In England, to be a useful or a distinguished man, you must labour.

Now, labour itself is sweet, if we take to it early.
We are a hard race, but we are a manly one; and our stage is the most exciting in Europe for an able and an honest ambition.

Perhaps you will tell me you are not ambitious now; very possibly--but ambitious you will be; and, believe me, there is no unhappier wretch than a man who is ambitious but disappointed,--who has the desire for fame, but has lost the power to achieve it--who longs for the goal, but will not, and cannot, put away his slippers to walk to it.

What I most fear for you is one of these two evils--an early marriage or a fatal _liaison_ with some married woman.

The first evil is certainly the least, but for you it would still be a great one.