Oh how sweet it is to hear one's own convictions from another's lips.

It is only necessary to grow old to become more charitable and even indulgent. I see no fault committed by others that I have not committed myself.

To appreciate the noble is a gain which can never be torn from us.

Nature goes her own way, and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.

What in us the women leave uncultivated, children cultivate when we retain them near us.

Rash combat oft immortalizes man; if he should fall, he is renowned in song; but after-ages reckon not the ceaseless tears which the forsaken woman sheds. Poets tell us not of the many nights consumed in weeping, or of the dreary days wherein her anguished soul vainly yearns to call her loved one back.

It is a misfortune to pass at once from observation to conclusion, and to regard both as of equal value; but it befalls many a student.