He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for other's good, is a poor, frozen churl.

It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . .

It ever is the marked propensity of restless and aspiring minds to look into the stretch of dark futurity.

Half-uttered praise is to the curious mind, as to the eye half-veiled beauty is, more precious than the whole.

To make the cunning artless, tame the rude, subdue the haughty, shake the undaunted soul; yea, put a bridle in the lion's mouth, and lead him forth as a domestic cur,--these are the triumphs of all-powerful beauty.

He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for other's good, is a poor, frozen churl.

To struggle when hope is banished! To live when life's salt is gone! To dwell in a dream that's vanished! To endure, and go calmly on! The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.