To philosophize is to learn to die.

A well-bred man is always sociable and complaisant.

An able reader often discovers in other people's writings perfections beyond those that the author put in or perceived, and lends them richer meanings and aspects.

I admire the assurance and confidence everyone has in himself, whereas there is hardly anything I am sure I know or that I dare give my word I can do.

For truth itself does not have the privilege to be employed at any time and in every way; its use, noble as it is, has its circumscriptions and limits.

A strong imagination begetteth opportunity.

Virtue can have naught to do with ease. . . . It craves a steep and thorny path.