If we tire of the saints, Shakspeare is our city of refuge.

The poisons are our principal medicines, which kill the disease and save the life.

Had I but written as many odes in praise of Muhammad and Ali as I have composed for King Mahmud, they would have showered a hundred blessings on me.

Beauty is an outward gift, which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.

Men have sometimes exchanged names with their friends, as if they would signify that in their friend each loved his own soul.

The world is always childish, and with each new gewgaw of a revolution or new constitution that it finds, thinks it shall never cry any more.

By the irresistible maturing of the general mind, the Christian traditions have lost their hold.