With women, the heart argues, not the mind.

For what wears out the life of mortal men? 'Tis that from change to change their being rolls; Tis that repeated shocks, again, again, Exhaust the energy of strongest souls And numb the elastic powers.

Conduct is three-fourths of our life and its largest concern.

Culture, the acquainting ourselves with the best that has been known and said in the world, and thus with the history of the human spirit.

The same heart beats in every human breast.

They, believe me, who await No gifts from chance, have conquered fate.

Make us, not fly to dreams, but moderate desire.

Spare me the whispering, crowded room, The friends who come and gape and go, The ceremonious air of gloom- All, which makes death a hideous show.

We, peopling the void air, Make Gods to whom to impute The ills we ought to bear; With God and Fate to rail at, suffering easily.

Resolve to be thyself: and know, that he Who finds himself, loses his misery.