I looked back at the summit of the mountain, which seemed but a cubit high in comparison with the height of human contemplation, were in not too often merged in the corruptions of the earth.

Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.

You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.

Man has not a greater enemy than himself.

Virtue is health, vice is sickness.

There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen. Other pleasures fail us or wound us while they charm, but the pen we take up rejoicing and lay down with satisfaction, for it has the power to advantage not only its lord and master, but many others as well, even though they be far away - sometimes, indeed, though they be not born for thousands of years to come.

For style beyond the genius never dares.