Happy he whoe'er, content with the common lot, with safe breeze hugs the shore, and, fearing to trust his skiff to the wider sea, with unambitious oar keeps close to the land.

No one can keep a mask on long.

There are no greater wretches in the world than many of those whom people in general take to be happy.

There is more heroism in self-denial than in deeds of arms.

It is within the power of every man to live his life nobly, but of no man to live forever. Yet so many of us hope that life will go on forever, and so few aspire to live nobly.

It is the constant fault and inseparable evil quality of ambition, that it never looks behind it.

It is another's fault if he be ungrateful, but it is mine if I do not give. To find one thankful man, I will oblige a great many that are not so.