Speech is the index of the mind.

You cannot, I repeat, successfully acquire it and preserve your modesty at the same time.

Why do I not seek some real good; one which I could feel, not one which I could display?

Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.

We deliberate about the parcels of life, but not about life itself, and so we arrive all unawares at its different epochs, and have the trouble of beginning all again. And so finally it is that we do not walk as men confidently towards death, but let death come suddenly upon us.

It is dishonorable to say one thing and think another; how much more dishonorable to write one thing and think another.

We are taught for the schoolroom, not for life.