The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,- Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

Ridicule has always been the enemy of enthusiasm, and the only worthy opponent to ridicule is success.

Pity and friendship are two passions incompatible with each other.

There is nothing magnanimous in bearing misfortunes with fortitude, when the whole world is looking on.... He who, without friends to encourage or even without hope to alleviate his misfortunes, can behave with tranquility and indifference, is truly great.

Our pleasures are short, and can only charm at intervals; love is a method of protraction our greatest pleasure.

Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.