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

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

Death is the only monastery; the tomb is the only cell, and the grave that adjoins the convent is the bitterest mock of its futility.

In science, read, by preference, the newest works; in literature the oldest.

The easiest person to deceive is one's self.

It is the misfortune of all miscellaneous political combinations, that with the purest motives of their more generous members are ever mixed the most sordid interests and the fiercest passions of mean confedes.

Men of strong affections are jealous of their own genius. They fear lest they should be loved for a quality, and not for themselves.