Every man is his own greatest dupe.

The God of merely traditional believers is the great Absentee of the universe.

Of all the portions of life it is in the two twilights, childhood and age, that tears fall with the most frequency; like the dew at dawn and eve.

Tears are the tribute of humanity to its destiny.

To appreciate and use correctly a valuable maxim requires a genius; a vital appropriating exercise of mind closely allied to that which first created it.

The line of life is a ragged diagonal between duty and desire.

A sigh can shatter a castle in the air.