A dog starved at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state.

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow

Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.

Let the men do their duty & the women will be such wonders; the female life lives from the light of the male: see a man's female dependants, you know the man.

The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.