A man who cannot win fame in big own age will have a very small chance of winning it from posterity. True, there are some half-dozen exceptions to this truth among millions of myriads that attest it; but what man of common sense would invest any large amount of hope in so unpromising a lottery?

Happiness and virtue rest upon each other; the best are not only the happiest, but the happiest are usually the best.

Two lives that once part are as ships that divide.

The grave is, I suspect, the sole commonwealth which attains that dead flat of social equality that life in its every principle so heartily abhors.

Men are valued, not for what they are, but for what they seem to be.

The classic literature is always modern.

Nothing really immoral is ever permanently popular.