We have always pretensions to fame which, in our own hearts, we know to be disputable.

Labor, if it were not necessary for existence, would be indispensable for the happiness of man.

Extended empires are like expanded gold, exchanging solid strength for feeble splendor.

It is scarcely credible to what degree discernment may be dazzled by the mist of pride, and wisdom infatuated by the intoxication of flattery.

People in general do not willingly read if they have anything else to amuse them.

Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a tree. We are inclined to believe those whom we do not know because they have never deceived us.

The mental disease of the present generation is impatience of study, contempt of the great masters of ancient wisdom, and a disposition to rely wholly upon unassisted genius and natural sagacity.