Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.

All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.

That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.

No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.

The propriety of thoughts and words, which are the hidden beauties of a play, are but confusedly judged in the vehemence of action.

Imitation pleases, because it affords matter for inquiring into the truth or falsehood of imitation, by comparing its likeness or unlikeness with the original.

The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.