The style of an author is a faithful copy of his mind.

With little wit and ease to suit them, They whirl in narrow circling trails, Like kittens playing with their tails.

Giving is the business of the rich.

Nothing is more odious than the majority, for it consists of a few powerful leaders, a certain number of accommodating scoundrels and submissive weaklings, and a mass of men who trot after them without thinking, or knowing their own minds.

To appreciate the noble is a gain which can never be torn from us.

We are never further from what we wish than when we believe that we have what we wished for.

Is it life, I ask, is it even prudence, To bore thyself and bore the students?