The little rift between the sexes is astonishingly widened by simply teaching one set of catchwords to the girls and another to the boys.

All human beings are commingled out of good and evil.

He is not dead, this friend; not dead, Gone some few, trifling steps ahead, And nearer to the end; So that you, too, once past the bend, Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend You fancy dead.

To avoid an occasion for our virtues is a worse degree of failure than to push forward pluckily and make a fall.

To be feared of a thing and yet to do it, is what makes the prettiest kind of a man.

Fear is the strong passion; it is with fear that you must trifle, if you wish to taste the intensest joys of living.

There can be no fairer ambition than to excel in talk; to be affable, gay, ready, clear, and welcome.