That man will never be a perfect gentleman who lives only with gentlemen. To be a man of the world we must view that world in every grade and in every perspective.

The vices and the virtues are written in a language the world cannot construe; it reads them in a vile translation, and the translators are Failure and Success.

They have written volumes out of which a couplet of verse, a period in prose, may cling to the rock of ages, as a shell that survives a deluge.

Every man loves and admires his own country because it produced him.

Thought is valuable in proportion as it is generative.

No author ever drew a character consistent to human nature, but he was forced to ascribe to it many inconsistencies.

It is not by the gray of the hair that one knows the age of the heart.