It is not that I am mad, it is only that my head is different from yours.

We come into the world alone and we die alone. Why, in life, should we be any less alone?

Solon used to say that speech was the image of actions; . . . that laws were like cobwebs, - for that if any trifling or powerless thing fell into them, they held it fast; while if it were something weightier, it broke through them and was off.

As a matter of self-preservation, a man needs good friends or ardent enemies, for the former instruct him and the latter take him to task.

Those who have virtue always in their mouths, and neglect it in practice, are like a harp, which emits a sound pleasing to others, while itself is insensible of the music.

The only way to gall and fret effectively is for yourself to be a good and honest man.

The question was put to him, what hope is; and his answer was, "The dream of a waking man."