All the arts, which have a tendency to raise man in the scale of being, have a certain common band of union, and are connected, if I may be allowed to say so, by blood-relationship with one another.

The beginnings of all things are small.

No power is strong enough to be lasting, if it labours under the weight of fear.

How do our philosophers act? Do they not inscribe their signatures to the very essays they write on the propriety of despising glory.

That man is guilty of impertinence who considers not the circumstances of time, or engrosses the conversation, or makes himself the subject of his discourse, or pays no regard to the company he is in.

Sweet is the memory of past troubles.

Man was born for two things--thinking and acting.