Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the Shore of a dark Scottish lake.

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.

The man who is deserving the name is the one whose thoughts and exertions are for others rather than for himself.

'Tis an old tale, and often told; But did my fate and wish agree, Ne'er had been read, in story old, Of maiden true betray'd for gold, That loved, or was avenged, like me!

All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.

When true friends meet in adverse hour; 'Tis like a sunbeam through a shower. A watery way an instant seen, The darkly closing clouds between.

Art thou a friend to Roderick?