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

I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.

Griefs assured are felt before they come.

What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o'er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?

For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.

The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme, The young men's vision, and the old men's dream!

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