. . . long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in . . .

We are always on the side of those who speak last.

There is no one who does not represent a danger to someone.

. . . it seldom happens, I think, that a man has the civility to die when all the world wishes it.

Thicken your religion a little. It is evaporating altogether by being subtilized.

There is nothing so lovely as to be beautiful. Beauty is a gift of God and we should cherish it as such.

. . . this life is a perpetual chequer-work of good and evil, pleasure and pain. When in possession of what we desire, we are only so much the nearer losing it; and when at a distance from it, we live in expectation of enjoying it again.