No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.

The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.

Chivalry!---why, maiden, she is the nurse of pure and high affection---the stay of the oppressed, the redresser of grievances, the curb of the power of the tyrant ---Nobility were but an empty name without her, and liberty finds the best protection in her lance and her sword.

Adversity is like the period of the rain. . . cold, comfortless, unfriendly to people and to animals; yet from that season have their birth the flower, the fruit, the date, the rose and the pomegranate.

He that climbs a ladder must begin at the first round.

Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel.

November's sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear.