Certain names always awake certain prejudices.

Solitude vivifies, isolation kills.

Friendship is the ideal; friends are the reality; reality always remains far apart from the ideal.

There is a slowness in affairs which ripens them, and a slowness which rots them.

A fine quotation is a diamond in the hand of a man of wit and a pebble in the hand of a fool.

We want our friend as a man of talent, less because he has talent than because he is our friend.

We are more conscious that a person is in the wrong when the wrong concerns ourselves.