There are times when the mirth of others only saddens us, especially the mirth of children with high spirits, that jar on our own quiet mood.

Money is a terrible blab; she will betray the secrets of her owner, whatever he do to gag her. His virtues will creep out in her whisper; his vices she will cry aloud at the top of her tongue.

Nothing is so contagious as enthusiasm.

There is no policy like politeness; and a good manner is the best thing in the world either to get a good name, or to supply the want of it.

To the thinker, the most trifling external object often suggests ideas, which, like Homer's chain, extend, link after link, from earth to heaven.

A fresh mind keeps the body fresh.

There are two lives to each of us, the life of our actions, and the life of our minds and hearts. History reveals men's deeds and their outward characters, but not themselves. There is a secret self that has its own life, unpenetrated and unguessed.