If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
I feel my sinews slackened with the fright, and a cold sweat trills down all over my limbs, as if I were dissolving into water.
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
Let cheerfulness on happy fortune wait.
The bravest men are subject most to chance.
When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.
He who proposes to be an author should first be a student.
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.
The elephant is never won by anger; nor must that man who would reclaim a lion take him by the teeth.
These are the effects of doting age, – vain doubts and idle cares and over caution.
They first condemn that first advised the ill.
When we view elevated ideas of Nature, the result of that view is admiration, which is always the cause of pleasure.
Even kings but play; and when their part is done, some other, worse or better, mounts the throne.
Imitators are but a servile kind of cattle.
Virtue without success is a fair picture shown by an ill light; but lucky men are favorites of heaven; all own the chief, when fortune owns the cause.
There is a proud modesty in merit.
All habits gather by unseen degrees.
Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.