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.

Common sense, alas in spite of our educational institutions, is a rare commodity.

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

Poverty is only contemptible when it is felt to be so. Doubtless the best way to make our poverty respectable is to seem never to feel it as an evil.

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

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

Men, like musical instruments, seem made to be played upon.