When I meet with any persons who write obscurely or converse confusedly, I am apt to suspect two things; first, that such persons do not understand themselves; and secondly, that they are not worthy of being understood by others.

It is astonishing how much more anxious people are to lengthen life than to improve it; and as misers often lose large sums of money in attempting to make more, so do hypochondriacs squander large sums of time in search of nostrums by which they vainly hope they may get more time to squander.

Peace is the evening star of the soul, as virtue is its sun, and the two are never far apart.

Pedantry crams our heads with learned lumber and takes out our brains to make room for it.

He that studies only men will get the body of knowledge without the soul; and he that studies only books, the soul without the body.

Imitation is the sincerest of flattery.

That cowardice is incorrigible which the love of power cannot overcome.