A life of action and danger moderates the dread of death. It not only gives us fortitude to bear pain, but teaches us at every step the precarious tenure on which we hold our present being.

A King (as such) is not a great man. He has great power, but it is not his own.

The truth is, we pamper little griefs into great ones, and bear great ones as well as we can.

We are cold to others only when we are dull in ourselves.

Let a man's talents or virtues be what they may, he will only feel satisfaction in his society as he is satisfied in himself.

A proud man is satisfied with his own good opinion, and does not seek to make converts to it.

There is a quiet repose and steadiness about the happiness of age, if the life has been well spent. Its feebleness is not painful. The nervous system has lost its acuteness. But, in mature years we feel that a burn, a scald, a cut, is more tolerable than it was in the sensitive period of youth.