The mind of a bigot to the pupil of the eye; the more light you pour on it, the more it contracts.

To be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old.

Stupidity often saves a man from going mad.

Memory is a net: one that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.

The very aim and end of our institutions is just this: that we may think what we like and say what we think.

Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays the pleasing game of interchanging praise.

Nothing is so common-place as to wish to be remarkable.