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.

Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.

Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.

Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are smoothest.

Man has here two and a half minutes-one to smile, one to sigh, and a half to love: for in the midst of this minute he dies.

With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?

Repetition is the mother of education.