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.
He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor’s nose.
Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man’s enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.
Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
The nearer the dawn the darker the night.
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.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man’s errors, than from his virtues.
It is a beautiful trait in the lover’s character, that they think no evil of the object loved.
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.