When we see a special reformer we feel like asking him, What right have you, sir, to your own virtue? Is virtue piecemeal?

The greatest meliorator of the world is selfish, huckstering Trade.

The goof man, in dealing with his people, taxes them with luxury.

A certain awkwardness marks the use of borrowed thoughts; but as soon as we have learned what to do with them, they become our own.

A man of no conversation should smoke.

Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.

The service a man renders his friend is trivial and selfish, compared with the service he knows his friend stood in readiness to yield him, alike before he had begun to serve his friend, and now also. Compared with that good-will I bear my friend, the benefit it is in my power to render him seems small.