We have not an hour of life in which our pleasures relish not some pain, our sours, some sweetness.
Gold--the picklock that never fails.
Petitions, not sweetened with gold, are but unsavory and oft refused; or, if received, are pocketed, not read.
True dignity is never gained by place, and never lost when honors are withdrawn.
The soul is strong that trusts in goodness.
0 summer friendship, whose flat-tering leaves shadowed us in our prosperity, With the least gust, drop off in the autumn of adversity.