For virtue only finds eternal Fame.
Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.
Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
A good death does honour to a whole life.
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.