The question is whether [suicide] is the way out, or the way in.

A scholar is a man with his inconvenience, that, when you ask him his opinion of any matter, he must go home and look up his manuscripts to know.

My good hoe as it bites the ground revenges my wrongs, and I have less lust to bite my enemies. In the smoothing the rough hillocks, I smooth my temper.

My evening visitors, if they cannot see the clock should find the time in my face.

Great conversation ... requires an absolute running of two souls into one.

A nation, like a tree, does not thrive well till it is engraffed with a foreign stock.

The cardinal virtue of a teacher [is] to protect the pupil from his own influence.