There are names written in her immortal scroll at which Fame blushes!
Those who can command themselves command others.
We talk little when we do not talk about ourselves.
Every one in a crowd has the power to throw dirt; none out of ten have the inclination.
Books wind into the heart.
To die is only to be as we were before we were born; yet no one feels any remorse, or regret, or repugnance, in contemplating this last idea.