Never was flattery lost on a poet's ear; a simple race, they waste their toil for the vain tribute of a smile.

For Love will still be lord of all.

What I have to say is far more important than how long my eyelashes are.

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.

But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men.

Look at a gown of gold, and you will at least get a sleeve of it.

To be ambitious of true honor, of the true glory and perfection of our natures, is the very principle and incentive of virtue.