Self-love is, in almost all men, such an over-weight that they are incredulous of a man's habitual preference of the general good to his own; but when they see it proved by sacrifices of ease, wealth, rank, and of life itself, there is no limit to their admiration.

If you have something to say, you will be given the power to say it.

Conversation is a game of circles.

It seems to be a rule of wisdom never to rely on memory alone.

As men's prayers are a disease of the will, so are their creeds a disease of the intellect.

We love it because it is self dependent, self derived, and therefore of an old immaculate pedigree, even if shown in a young person.

Solitude is impractical, and society fatal. We must keep our head in the one and our hands in the other. The conditions are met, if we keep our independence, yet do not lose our sympathy.