We are amused through the intellect, but it is the heart that saves us from ennui.
True poets, like great artists, have scarcely any childhood, and no old age.
I love victory, but I love not triumph.
Respect is a serious thing in him who feels it, and the height of honor for him who inspires the feeling.
In youth, grief comes with a rush and overflow, but it dries up, too, like the torrent. In the winter of life it remains a miserable pool, resisting all evaporation.
The most dangerous of all flattery is the inferiority of those about us.