Confidence is its own security.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

A woman only can understand a woman.

no hour arrives so soon as the one we dread.

We are ourselves our happiness.

If there be any one habit which more than another is the dry rot of all that is high and generous in youth, it is the habit of ridicule.

To this hour, the great science and duty of politics is lowered by the petty leaven of small and personal advantage.