Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.
In Scotland, there is a rapid loss of all grandeur of mien and manners; a provincial eagerness and acuteness appear; the poverty of the country makes itself remarked, and a coarseness of manners; and, among the intellectual, is the insanity of dialectics.
Your goodness must have some edge to it — else it is none.
Self-trust is the first secret of success.
Why all this deference to Alfred, and Scanderbeg, and Gustavus? Suppose they were virtuous; did they wear out virtue?