Persons of delicate taste endure stupid criticism better than they do stupid praise.

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

I look at what I have not and think myself unhappy; others look at what I have and think me happy.

Not all of those to whom we do good love us, neither do all those to whom we do evil hate us.

No labor is hopeless.

Interest, ambition, fortune, time, temper, love, all kill friendship.

History, if thoroughly comprehended, furnishes something of the experience which a man would acquire who should be a contemporary of all ages and a fellow citizen of all peoples.