Every man is of importance to himself.

A decent provision for the poor is the true test of civilization.

It seems to be remarkable that death increases our veneration for the good, and extenuates our hatred for the bad.

The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.

Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.

A fallible being will fail somewhere.

He that pursues fame with just claims, trusts his happiness to the winds; but he that endeavors after it by false merit, has to fear, not only the violence of the storm, but the leaks of his vessel.