We may anticipate bliss, but who ever drank of that enchanted cup unalloved?

Philosophy is a goddess, whose head indeed is in heaven, but whose feet are upon earth; she attempts more than she accomplishes, and promises more than she performs.

Criticism is like champagne, nothing more execrable if bad, nothing more excellent if good.

How strange it is that we of the present day are constantly praising that past age which our fathers abused, and as constantly abusing that present age, which our children will praise.

He that knows himself, knows others; and he that is ignorant of himself, could not write a very profound lecture on other men's heads.

If we look backwards to antiquity it should be as those that are winning a race.

Were we as eloquent as angels we still would please people much more by listening rather than talking.