- Ambition breaks the ties of blood, and forgets the obligations of gratitude.
- Cats are a mysterious kind of folk. There is more passing in their minds than we are aware of.
- True love's the gift which God has given, to man alone beneath the heaven.
- The willow which bends to the tempest, often escapes better than the oak which resists it; and so in great calamities, it sometimes happens that light and frivolous spirits recover their elasticity and presence of mind sooner than those of a loftier character.
- One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honor or observation.
- Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.
- Death the last sleep? No it is the final awakening.
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