I see the rainbow in the sky, the dew upon the grass; I see them, and I ask not why they glimmer or they pass. With folded arms I linger not to call them back; 'twere vain: In this, or in some other spot, I know they'll shine again.

Merit has rarely risen of itself, but a pebble or a twig is often quite sufficient for it to spring from to the highest ascent. There is usually some baseness before there is any elevation.

Consciousness of error is, to a certain extent, a consciousness of understanding; and correction of error is the plainest proof of energy and mastery.

Authors are like cattle going to a fair: those of the same field can never move on without butting one another.

No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner.

There are proud men of so much delicacy that it almost conceals their pride, and perfectly excuses it.

The happy never say, and never hear said, farewell.