half the good intentions of my life have been frustrated by my unfortunate habit of putting things off till to-morrow.

Illness was a sort of occupation to me, and I was always sorry to get well.

There are two sorts of content; one is connected with exertion, the other with habits of indolence. The first is a virtue; the other, a vice.

Habit is, to weak minds, a species of moral predestination, from which they have no power to escape.

Justice satisfies everybody.

every man who takes a part in politics, especially in times when parties run high, must expect to be abused; they must bear it; and their friends must learn to bear it for them.

Our pleasures in literature do not, I think, decline with age; last 1st of January was my eighty-second birthday, and I think that I had as much enjoyment from books as I ever had in my life.