Laws die, books never.

The conscience is the most flexible material in the world. Today you cannot stretch it over a mole hill; while tomorrow it can hide a mountain.

Whatever the number of a man's friends, there will be times in his life when he has one too few; but if he has only one enemy, he is lucky indeed if he has not one too many.

In these days half our diseases come from neglect of the body in overwork of the brain.

Labour is the purgatory of the erring.

People who are very vain are usually equally susceptible; and they who feel one thing acutely, will so feel another.

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