A coxcomb is the blockhead's man of merit.

The mind, like all other things, will become impaired, the sciences are its food,--they nourish, but at the same time they consume it.

A coxcomb is the blockhead's man of merit.

Love and friendship exclude each other.

A man of the world must seem to be what he wishes to be thought.

No road is to long for him who advances slowly and does not hurry and no attainment is beyond his reach who equips himself with patience to achieve it

How happy the station which every moment furnishes opportunities of doing good to thousands! How dangerous that which every moment exposes to the injuring of millions!