If there were no falsehood in the world, there would be no doubt, if there were no doubt, there would be no inquiry; if no inquiry, no wisdom, no knowledge, no genius; and Fancy herself would lie muffled up in her robe, inactive, pale, and bloated.

Circumstances form the character; but, like petrifying matters, they harden while they form.

A true philosopher is beyond the reach of fortune.

The deafest man can hear praise, and is slow to think any an excess.

There is no easy path leading out of life, and few are the easy ones that lie within it.

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.

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