There is no history; only biography.

If you put a chain around the neck of a slave, the other end fastens itself around your own.

The world of men show like a comedy without laughter: populations, interests, government, history; 't is all toy figures in a toyhouse.

The finished man of the world must eat of every apple once.

Health and appetite impart the sweetness to sugar, bread and meat.

Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being.

It is contended that those who have been bred at Eton, Harrow, Rugby, and Westminster, that the public sentiment within each of those schools is high-toned and manly; that, in their playgrounds, courage is universally admired, meanness despised, manly feelings and generous conduct are encouraged: that an unwritten code of honor deals to the spoiled child of rank, and to the child of upstart wealth an even-handed justice, purges their nonsense out of both, and does all that can be done to make them gentlemen.