Say what we will, we may be sure that ambition is an error. Its wear and tear on the heart are never recompensed.
The affections are immortal! They are the sympathies which unite the ceaseless generations.
In every civilized society there is found a race of men who retain the instincts of the aboriginal cannibal and live upon their fellow-men as a natural food.
Every man of sound brain whom you meet knows something worth knowing better than yourself. A man, on the whole, is a better preceptor than a book. But what scholar does not allow that the dullest book can suggest to him a new and a sound idea?
Only by the candle, held in the skeleton hand of Poverty, can man read his own dark heart.
As the excitement of the game increases, prudence is sure to diminish.
Jewelry and profuse ornaments are unmistakable evidences of vulgarity.
Money is a terrible blab; she will betray the secrets of her owner, whatever he do to gag her. His virtues will creep out in her whisper; his vices she will cry aloud at the top of her tongue.
Poets alone are sure of immortality; they are the truest diviners of nature.
Despair makes victims sometimes victors.
The more the merely human part of the poet remains a mystery, the more willing is the reverence given to his divine mission.
It is noticeable how intuitively in age we go back with strange fondness to all that is fresh in the earliest dawn of youth. If we never cared for little children before, we delight to see them roll in the grass over which we hobble on crutches. The grandsire turns wearily from his middle-aged, careworn son, to listen with infant laugh to the prattle of an infant grandchild. It is the old who plant young trees; it is the old who are most saddened by the autumn; and feel most delight in the returning spring.
He that fancies himself very enlightened, because he sees the deficiencies of others, may be very ignorant, because he has not studied his own.
Wrap thyself in the decent veil that the arts or the graces weave for thee, O human nature! It is only the statue of marble whose nakedness the eye can behold without shame and offence!
Man must be disappointed with the lesser things of life before he can comprehend the full value of the greater.
What ever our wandering our happiness will always be found within a narrow compass, and in the middle of the objects more immediately within our reach.
Genius has no brother.
It is a glorious fever, desire to know.
Irony is to the high-bred what billingsgate is to the vulgar; and when one gentleman thinks another gentleman an ass, he does not say it point-blank, he implies it in the politest terms he can invent.
Sooner mayest thou trust thy pocket to a pickpocket than give loyal friendship to the man who boasts of eyes to the heart never mounts in dew! Only when man weeps he should be alone, not because tears are weak, but they should be secret. Tears are akin to prayer,--Pharisees parade prayers, imposters parade tears.
To dispense with ceremony is the most delicate mode of conferring a compliment.
There is an ill-breeding to which, whatever our rank and nature, we are almost equally sensitive, the ill-breeding that comes from want of consideration for others.
He who seeks repentance for the past, should woo the angel virtue for the future.
Archaeology is not only the hand maid of history, it is also the conservator of art.
But never yet the dog our country fed, Betrayed the kindness or forgot the bread.
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