One of the sublimest things in the world is plain truth.

In beginning the world, if you don't wish to get chafed at every turn, fold up your pride carefully, put it under lock and key, and only let it out to air upon grand occasions. Pride is a garment all stiff brocade outside, all grating sackcloth on the side next to the skin.

Certain I am that every author who has written a book with earnest forethought and fondly cherished designs will bear testimony to the fact that much which he meant to convey has never been guessed at in any review of his work; and many a delicate beauty of thought, on which he principally valued himself, remains, like the statue of Isis, an image of truth from which no hand lifts the veil.

When the soul communes with itself the lip is silent.

But never yet the dog our country fed, Betrayed the kindness or forgot the bread.

One vice worn out makes us wiser than fifty tutors.

Love is the business of the idle, but the idleness of the busy.