One that does not think to highly of himself is more than he thinks.

Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.

Time flies, and what is past is done.

We are never further from what we wish than when we believe that we have what we wished for.

Duty is the demand of the hour.

A person is never happy till their vague strivings has itself marked out its proper limitations.

So much has already been said about Shakespeare that there doesn't seem to be anything more to say; yet it is the quality of the spirit that it forever stimulates the spirit.