Old age deprives the intelligent man only of qualities useless to wisdom.

Reason is a bee, and exists only on what it makes; his usefulness takes the place of beauty.

There are people who are virtuous only in a piece-meal way; virtue is a fabric from which they never make themselves a whole garment.

Genuinely good remarks surprise their author as well as his audience.

Life is a country that the old have seen, and lived in. Those who have to travel through it can only learn from them.

Taste is the literary conscience of the soul.

The joy which is caused by truth and noble thoughts shows itself in the words by which they are expressed.