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

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

If reason is a universal faculty, the decision of the common mind is the nearest criterion of truth.

Where the people possess no authority, their rights obtain no respect.

The charities of life are scattered everywhere, enameling the vales of human beings as the flowers paint the meadows. They are not the fruit of study, nor the privilege of refinement, but a natural instinct.

Truth is not exciting enough to those who depend on the characters and lives of their neighbors for all their amusement.

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