A man has virtues enough if he deserves pardon for his faults on account of them.

He who says he hates every kind of flattery, and says it in earnest, certainly does not yet know every kind of flattery.

They do not think, therefore they are not.

Nothing makes one old so quickly as the ever-present thought that one is growing older.

Many intelligent people, when about to write . . . , force on their minds a certain notion about style, just as they screw up their faces when they sit for their portraits.

As nations improve, so do their gods.

Ideas too are a life and a world.