The trouble with men of sense is that they are so dreadfully in earnest all the while.

Dishonest people conceal their faults from themselves as well as others, honest people know and confess them.

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.

Examples are few of men ruined by giving.

Care, admitted as guest, quickly turns to be master.

The great artist is a slave to his ideals.

A good thought is indeed a great boon, for which God is to be first thanked; next he who is the first to utter it, and then, in a lesser, but still in a considerable degree, the friend who is the first to quote it to us. Whoever adopts and circulates a just thought, participates in the merit that originated it.