He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.
The nearer the dawn the darker the night.
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
People demand freedom only when they have no power.
Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time.
The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after.
Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.
It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.