There are no friends more inseparable than pride and hardness of heart, humility and love, falsehood and impudence.

Vanity and rudeness are seldom seen together.

Superstition always inspires littleness, religion grandeur of mind; the superstitious raises beings inferior to himself to deities.

Half talent is no talent.

There are many kinds of smiles, each having a distinct character. Some announce goodness and sweetness, others betray sarcasm, bitterness and pride; some soften the countenance by their languishing tenderness, others brighten by their spiritual vivacity.

To realize that you were mistaken, is just the acknowledgement , that you are wiser today than you were yesterday.

All belief that does not make us more happy, more free, more loving, more active, more calm, is, I fear, a mistaken and superstitious belief.