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

Fancy is imagination in her youth and adolescence. Fancy is always excursive; imagination, not seldom, is sedate.

Friendship may sometimes step a few paces in advance of truth.

Little men build up great ones, but the snow colossus soon melts; the good stand under the eye of God, and therefore stand.

We cannot at once catch the applauses of the vulgar and expect the approbation of the wise.

Hope is the mother of faith.

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