The worst deluded are the self-deluded.

It is only an error of judgment to make a mistake, but it argues an infirmity of character to adhere to it when discovered.

Pride is like the beautiful acacia, that lifts its head proudly above its neighbor plants-forgetting that it too, like them, has its roots in the dirt.

An eager pursuit of fortune is inconsistent with a severe devotion to truth. The heart must grow tranquil before the thought can become searching.

All good writing leaves something unexpressed.

Bad taste is a species of bad morals.

Dishonesty is a forsaking of permanent for temporary advantages.