All objects lose by too familiar a view. |
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone. |
The first is the law, the last prerogative. |
Repentance is but want of power to sin. |
Love is love's reward. |
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool. |
Dancing is the poetry of the foot. |
To die is landing on some distant shore. |
It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend. |
Love is not in our choice but in our fate. |
Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today. |
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much. |
By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man. |
Even victors are by victories undone. |
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail. |
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow. |
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear. |
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue. |
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen. |
For they conquer who believe they can. |