The good opinion of the vulgar is injurious.

Shame on all eloquence which leaves us with a taste for itself and not for its substance.

Once you have decided to keep a certain pile, it is no longer yours; for you can't spend it.

We judge a horse not only by its pace on a racecourse, but also by its walk, nay, when resting in its stable.

No man profiteth but by the loss of others.

Just as in habiliments it is a sign of weakness to wish to make oneself noticeable by some peculiar and unaccustomed fashion, so, in language, the quest for new-fangled phrases and little-known words comes from a puerile and pedantic ambition.

We wake sleeping, and sleep waking. I do not see so clearly in my sleep; but as to my being awake, I never found it clear enough and free from clouds.