Piety, like nobility, has its aristocracy.
Who never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours Weeping, and watching for the morrow,- He knows you not, ye heavenly Powers.
The highest cannot be spoken; it can only be acted.
Napoleon for the sake of a good name broke in pieces half the world.
Hope is the second soul of the unhappy.
Art is long, life is short; judgement difficult, opportunity transient.