A sneer is the weapon of the weak.

What a man pays for bread and butter is worth its market value, and no more. What he pays for love's sake is gold indeed, which has a lure for angels' eyes, and rings well upon God's touchstone.

Some kind of pace may be got out of the eeriest jade by the near prospect of oats; but the thoroughbred has the spur in his blood.

The one thing finished in this hasty world.

If one waits for the right time to come before writing, the right time never comes.

He who is firmly seated in authority soon learns to think security, and not progress, the highest lesson in statecraft.

Silence is sorrow's best food.