What divides men is less a difference in ideas than a likeness in pretensions.

What divides men is less a difference in ideas than a likeness in pretensions.

Glory is a shroud that posterity often tears from the shoulders of those who wore it when living.

Paradise is open to all kind hearts.

Many have lived on a pedestal who will never have a statue when dead.

Adieu! 'tis love's last greeting, The parting hour is come! And fast thy soul is fleeting To seek its starry home.

A man's reception depends upon his coat; his dismissal upon the wit he shows.