Best friends might loathe us, if what things perverse we know of our own selves they also knew.

As shadows attend substances, so words follow upon things.

The present is only intelligible in the light of the past.

Speak but little and well, if you would be esteemed as a man of merit.

Sin may be clasped so close, we cannot see its face.

The love of our own language, what is it, in fact, but the love of our country expressing itself in one particular direction?

Common sense meant once something very different from that plain wisdom, the common heritage of men, which we now call by this name.

There is hardly a mistake which in the course of our lives we have committed, but some proverb, had we known and attended to its lesson, might have saved us from it.

Nothing is true but Love, nor aught of worth; Love is the incense which doth sweeten earth.

All beautiful things bring sadness, nor alone Sweet music, as our wisest Poet spake, Because in us keen longings they awake.