A crowd of fellow-sufferers is a miserable kind of comfort.

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!

It is the practice of the multitude to bark at eminent men, as little dogs do at strangers.

Life without the courage to die is slavery.

Some pretend want of power to make a competent return; and you shall find in others a kind of graceless modesty, that makes a man ashamed of requiting an obligation, because it is a confession that he has received one.

He that does good to another does good also to himself.

There is nothing more despicable than an old man who has no other proof than his age to offer of his having lived long in the world.