It may almost be held that the hope of commercial gain has done nearly as much for the cause of truth as even the love of truth.

Fortune, like a coy mistress, loves to yield her favors, though she makes us wrest them from her.

Earnestness is the devotion of all the faculties.

The busiest of living agents are certain dead men's thoughts.

Example has more followers than reason. We unconsciously imitate what pleases us, and approximate to the characters we most admire.

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

The cure for tender sensibilities is to make more of our objects and less of our selves.