A true philosopher is beyond the reach of fortune.

Where power is absent we may find the robe of genius, but we miss the throne.

He who first praises a book becomingly is next in merit to the author.

The heart that once has been bathed in love's pure fountain retains the pulse of youth forever.

Something of the severe hath always been appertaining to order and to grace; and the beauty that is not too liberal is sought the most ardently, and loved the longest.

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

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.