The present, like a note in music, is nothing but as it appertains to what is past and what is to come.

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

Greatness, as we daily see it, is unsociable.

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.

Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature.

A little praise is good for a shy temper; it teaches it to rely on the kindness of others.

Nations, like individuals, interest us in their growth.