The faults of a brilliant writer are never dangerous on the long run; a thousand people read his work who would read no other; inquiry is directed to each of his doctrines; it is soon discovered what is sound and what is false; the sound become maxims, and the false beacons.

The public man needs but one patron, namely, the lucky moment.

There is certainly something of exquisite kindness and thoughtful benevolence in that rarest of gifts,--fine breeding.

Business first, then pleasure.

Life, that ever needs forgiveness, has, for its first duty, to forgive.

Man only of all earthly creatures, asks, Can the dead die forever? - and the instinct that urges the question is God's answer to man, for no instinct is given in vain.

Love like Death,, Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd's crook Beside the scepter