Ever judge of men by their professions. For though the bright moment of promising is but a moment, and cannot be prolonged, yet if sincere in its moment's extravagant goodness, why, trust it, and know the man by it, I say,- not by his performance; which is half the world's work, interfere as the world needs must with its accidents and circumstances: the profession was purely the man's own. I judge people by what they might be,- not are, nor will be.

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.

Men are not angels, neither are they brutes.

Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.

Who knows most, doubts most.

Aspire, break bounds. Endeavor to be good, and better still, best.

But facts are facts and flinch not.