I am so convinced of the advantages of looking at mankind instead of reading about them, . . . that I think there should be a law amongst us to set our young men abroad for a term among the few allies our wars have left us.

Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires: This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,- Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.

The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!

They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes, and feel for what their duty bids them do.