Few save the poor feel for the poor.

there can be neither politically nor morally a good which is not universal ... we cannot reform for a time or for a class, but for all and for the whole, and our very interests will draw us together in one wide bond of sympathy.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

To this hour, the great science and duty of politics is lowered by the petty leaven of small and personal advantage.

Affection exaggerates its own offenses.

If there be any one habit which more than another is the dry rot of all that is high and generous in youth, it is the habit of ridicule.

marriage is like money - seem to want it, and you never get it.