Men often make up in wrath what they want in reason.
The lower a man descends in his love, the higher he lifts his life.
False eloquence is exaggeration; true eloquence is emphasis.
The heart must glow before the tongue can gild.
A fretful fancy is constantly flinging its possessor into gratuitous tophets.
Reserve may be pride fortified in ice; dignity is worth reposing on truth.