Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death; he walks with nature; and her paths are peace.
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.
Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?
The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.
We are all born originals – why is it so many of us die copies?
By all means use some time to be alone.
Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, “that my heart has bled.”
As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death.
A Christian is the highest style of man.
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
Wonder is involuntary praise.
Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat defects of judgment, and the will subdue; walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore of that vast ocean it must sail so soon.
Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.
By night an atheist half-believes in God.
Friendship’s the wine of life.