The mere wit is only a human bauble. He is to life what bells are to horses-not expected to draw the load, but only to jingle while the horses draw.
The meanest thing in the world is the devil.
Our sweetest experiences of affection are meant to be suggestions of that realm which is the home of the heart.
Nobody ever sees truth except in fragments.
Men must read for amusement as well as for knowledge.
A man without ambition is like a beautiful worm - it can creep, but it cannot fly.