Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.

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.

Pride is a fault that great men blush not to own: it is the ennobled offspring of self-love; though, it must be confessed, grave and pompous vanity, Iike a fat plebeian in a rove of office, does very often assume its name.

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

Time never bears such moments on his wing as when he flies too swiftly to be marked.

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

A willing heart adds feather to the heel.