Of present fame think little, and of future less; the praises that we receive after we are buried, like the flowers that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead.

We cannot think too highly of our nature, nor too humbly of ourselves.

He that studies books alone, will know how things ought to be; and he that studies men, will know how things are.

Doubt is the vestibule through which all must pass before they can enter into the temple of wisdom.

Many books owe their success to the good memories of their authors and the bad memories of their readers.

He that has never suffered extreme adversity knows not the full extent of his own depravation.

None are so fond of secrets as those who do not mean to keep them.