Since there must be chimeras, why is not perfection the chimera of all men?

A malicious enemy is better than a clumsy friend.

Providence has hidden a charm in difficult undertakings, which is appreciated only by those who dare to grapple with them.

There is, by God's grace, an immeasurable distance between late and too late.

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.

One must be a somebody before they can have an enemy. One must be a force before he can be resisted by another force.

Happiness and Virtue clasp hands and walk together.