Those who love not their fellow-beings live unfruitful lives, and prepare for their old age a miserable grave.

Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on.

Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems Omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope, till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.

Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.

Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.

Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.