The life of man is the true romance, which when it is valiantly conduced, will yield the imagination a higher joy than any fiction.

When the gods come among men, they are not known.

In every man there is something wherein I may learn of him, and in that I am his pupil.

We are a puny and fickle folk. Avarice, hesitation, and following are our diseases.

No change of circumstances can repair a defect of character.

In the death of my son, now more than two years ago, I seem to have lost a beautiful estate,--no more. I cannot get it nearer to me.

Who leaves the pine-tree, leaves his friend, Unnerves his strength, invites his end.