A crowd always thinks with its sympathy, never with its reason.

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.

Fate is the friend of the good, the guide of the wise, the tyrant of the foolish, the enemy of the bad.

A blue eye is a true eye; Mysterious is a dark one, Which flashes like a spark sun! A black eye is the best one.

He who is master of all opinions can never be the bigot of any.

Ah, could the soul, like the body, have a mirror! It has,--a friend.

I would give more for the private esteem and love of one than for the public praise of ten thousand.