The sin of pride is the sin of sins; in which all subsequent sins are included, as in their germ; they are but the unfolding of this one.

Language is the close-fitting dress of thought.

There is hardly a mistake which in the course of our lives we have committed, but some proverb, had we known and attended to its lesson, might have saved us from it.

For we must share, if we would keep, that blessing from above; ceasing to give, we cease to have; such is the law of love.

Best friends might loathe us, if what things perverse we know of our own selves they also knew.

Speak but little and well, if you would be esteemed as a man of merit.

Language is the amber in which a thousand precious and subtle thoughts have been safely embedded and preserved. It has arrested ten thousand lightning flashes of genius, which, unless thus fixed and arrested, might have been as bright, but would have also been as quickly passing and perishing, as the lightning.