The wisest man could ask no more of fate Than to be simple, modest, manly, true, Safe from the many, honored by the few; Nothing to court in Church, or World, or State, But inwardly in secret to be great.

The gift without the giver is rare.

An appeal to the reason of the people has never been known to fail in the long run.

The devil loves nothing better than the intolerance of reformers.

Reading enables us to see with the keenest eyes, to hear with the finest ears, and listen to the sweetest voices of all time.

What men call luck Is the prerogative of valiant souls, The fealty life pays its rightful kings.

Most long lives resemble those threads of gossamer, the nearest approach to nothing unmeaningly prolonged, scarce visible pathways of some worm from his cradle to his grave.