The best of prophets of the future is the past.
The “good old times” – all times when old are good.
That, like the measles, love was most dangerous when it came late in life.
Sorrow is Knowledge: they who know the most must mourn the deepest over the fatal truth, the Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.
Sincerity may be humble, but she cannot be servile.
She walks in Beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; and all that’s best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes.
Shakespeare’s name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens, even, accidentally, to stumble upon it.
Proud Wellington, with eagle beak so curled, that nose, the hook where he suspends the world!
Prolonged endurance tames the bold.
Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.
Opinions are made to be changed – or how is truth to be got at?
