The affections are immortal! They are the sympathies which unite the ceaseless generations.

Better than fame is still the wish for fame, the constant training for a glorious strife.

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

Thought is valuable in proportion as it is generative.

Revolutions are not made with rosewater.

The curse of the great is ennui.

Every man of sound brain whom you meet knows something worth knowing better than yourself. A man, on the whole, is a better preceptor than a book. But what scholar does not allow that the dullest book can suggest to him a new and a sound idea?