Thinkers think and doers do. But until the thinkers do and the doers think, progress will be just another word in the already overburdened vocabulary by sense.

It is a species of coquetry to make a parade of never practising it.

We are almost always wearied in the company of persons with whom we are not permitted to be weary.

We always love those who admire us, but we do not always love those whom we admire.

It is a mistake to imagine, that the violent passions only, such as ambition and love, can triumph over the rest. Idleness, languid as it is, often masters them all; she influences all our designs and actions, and insensibly consumes and destroys both passions and virtues.

Whilst weakness and timidity keep us to our duty, virtue has often all the honor.

The intention of never deceiving often exposes us to deception.