He that would soothe sorrow must not argue on the vanity of the most deceitful hopes.

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

Saint George and the Dragon!-Bonny Saint George for Merry England!-The castle is won!

We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.

A good deal of philanthropy arises in general from mere vanity and love of distinction gilded over to others and to themselves with some show of benevolent sentiment.

As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.

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