Guilt, though it may attain temporal splendor, can never confer real happiness; the evil consequences of our crimes long survive their commission, and, like the ghosts of the murdered, forever haunt the steps of the malefactor; while the paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.

A lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, a mere working mason; if he possesses some knowledge of these, he may venture to call himself an architect.

For deadly fear can time outgo, and blanch at once the hair.

The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?

O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!

A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.

Where, where was Roderick then? One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men.