The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.

Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age.

When a cat flatters ... he is not insincere: you may safely take it for real kindness.

There is a vast deal of vital air in loving words.

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.

If in argument we can make a man angry with us, we have drawn him from his vantage ground and overcome him.

We talk on principal, but act on motivation.