He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.

I'm a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.

Imitators are but a servile kind of cattle.

Honor is but an empty bubble.

Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.

If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.

The good we have enjoyed from Heaven's free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?