In the vain laughter of folly wisdom hears half its applause.

The last refuge of intolerance is in not tolerating the intolerant.

In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past—sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.

Man may content himself with the applause of the world and the homage paid to his intellect, but woman's heart has holier idols.

... one's own faults are always a heavy chain to drag through life and one can't help groaning under the weight now and then.

Alas! the scientific conscience had got into the debasing company of money obligation and selfish respects.

Better a wrong will than a wavering; better a steadfast enemy than an uncertain friend; better a false belief than no belief at all.