Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
In indolent vacuity of thought.
Admirals extolled for standing still, or doing nothing with a deal of skill.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
Remorse begets reform.