There is nothing in which a horse's power is better revealed than in a neat, clean stop.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than it was because he was he, and I was I.

The easy, gentle, and sloping path . . . is not the path of true virtue. It demands a rough and thorny road.

My library is my kingdom, and here I try to make my rule absolute-shutting off this single nook from wife, daughter and society. Elsewhere I have only a verbal authority, and vague. Unhappy is the man, in my opinion, who has no spot at home where he can be at home to himself-to court himself and hide away.

I conceive that pleasures are to be avoided if greater pains be the consequence, and pains to be coveted that will terminate in greater pleasures.

Can anything be imagined so ridiculous that this miserable and wretched creature, who is not so much as master of himself, but subject to the injuries of all things, should call himself master and emperor of the world, of which he has not power to know the least part, much less to command the whole?

Intoxication is calculated to put heart into the elderly and give them delight in dancing.