The prejudices of ignorance are more easily removed than the prejudices of interest; the first are blindly adopted; the second wilfully preferred.

Conscience is the mirror of our souls, which represents the errors of our lives in their full shape.

The friendship between me and you I will not compare to a chain; for that the rains might rust, or the falling tree might break.

Style is the gossamer on which the seeds of truth float through the world.

Avarice is the vice of declining years.

Beauty is but the sensible image of the infinite. Like truth and justice, it lives within us; like virtue and the moral law, it is a companion of the soul.

By common consent, gray hairs are a crown of glory: the only object of respect that can never excite envy.