Never was flattery lost on a poet's ear; a simple race, they waste their toil for the vain tribute of a smile.
I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?
The heart-sick faintness of the hope delayed!
To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
Mankind — the race would perish did they cease to aid each other.
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!