Little men build up great ones, but the snow colossus soon melts; the good stand under the eye of God, and therefore stand.

Ambition does not see the earth she treads on: The rock and the herbage are of one substance to her.

Friendship may sometimes step a few paces in advance of truth.

Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear; Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.

We cannot be contented because we are happy, and we cannot be happy because we are contented.

We fancy we suffer from ingratitude, while in reality we suffer from self-love.

True wit, to every man, is that which falls on another.