Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.
I believe this earth on which we stand is but the vestibule to glorious mansions through which a moving crowd forever press.
The mind doth shape itself to its own wants, and can bear all things.
It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . .
Time never bears such moments on his wing as when he flies too swiftly to be marked.
Heaven often smites in mercy, even when the blow is severest.