The contempt of money is no more a virtue than to wash one's hand is one; but one does not willingly shake hands with a man that never washes his.

Our bells are worn threadbare with ringing for victories

When people will not weed their own minds, they are apt to be overrun by nettles.

That strange premature genius Chatterton has couched in one line the quintessence of what Voltaire has said in many pages: "Reason, a thorn in Revelation's side.

When the Prince of Piedmont [later Charles Emmanuel IV, King of Sardinia] was seven years old, his preceptor instructing him in mythology told him all the vices were enclosed in Pandora's box. "What! all!" said the Prince. "Yes, all." "No," said the Prince; "curiosity must have been without.

I can forgive injuries, but never benefits.

Art is the filigrain of a little mind, and is twisted and involved and curled, but would reach farther if laid out in a straight line.