Society gains nothing whilst a man, not himself renovated, attempts to renovate things around him; he has become tediously good insome particular but negligent or narrow in the rest; and hypocrisy and vanity are often the disgusting result.

The surest poison is time.

The charm of fine manners is music and sculpture and picture to many who do not pretend to appreciation of these arts.

'Tis a superstition to insist on a special diet. All is made at last of the same chemical atoms.

The foundations of a person are not in matter but in spirit.

Excellence is the new forever.

Conversation is an art in which a man has all mankind for his competitors, for it is that which all are practising every day while they live.