There are no persons capable of stooping so low as those who desire to rise in the world.

Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.

Pleasure is like a cordial - a little of it is not injurious, but too much destroys.

The future: A consolation for those who have no other.

Listeners beware, for ye are doomed never to hear good of yourselves.

Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves.

We have a reading, a talking, and a writing public. When shall we have a thinking?