Truth, Sir, is a cow which will yield such people no more milk, and so they are gone to milk the bull.

A newswriter is a man without virtue, who lies at home for his own profit.

To those who have lived long together, everything heard and everything seen recalls some pleasure communicated, some benefit conferred, some petty quarrel or some slight endearment. Esteem of great powers, or amiable qualities newly discovered may embroider a day or a week, but a friendship of twenty years is interwoven with the texture of life.

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

That kind of life is most happy which affords us most opportunities of gaining our own esteem.

Prosperity's right hand is industry and her left hand is frugality.

Social sorrow loses half its pain.