Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.

Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.

How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.

Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.

Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.

The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul bawled out, Well done! As loud as he could bawl.

The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.

No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.