It is not how many books thou hast, but how good; careful reading profiteth, while that which is full of variety delighteth.

Virtue is that perfect good, which is the complement of a happy life; the only immortal thing that belongs to mortality.

There is no grace in a benefit that sticks to the fingers.

There's no delight in owning anything unshared.

Let him who has given a favor be silent; let he who has received it tell it.

The deep waters of time will flow over us: only a few men of genius will lift a head above the surface, and though doomed eventually to pass into the same silence, will fight against oblivion and for a long time hold their own.

There are many things akin to highest deity that are still obscure. Some may be too subtle for our powers of comprehension, others imperceptible to us because such exalted majesty conceals itself in the holiest part of its sanctuary, forbidding access to any power save that of the spirit. How many heavenly bodies revolve unseen by human eye!