Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof.

A timid person is frightened before a danger, a coward during the time, and a courageous person afterward.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope.

Never write on a subject without first having read yourself full on it; and never read on a subject till you have thought yourself hungry on it.

Repetition is the mother of education.