Pain, scorned by yonder gout-ridden wretch, endured by yonder dyspeptic in the midst of his dainties, borne bravely by the girl in travail. Slight thou art, if I can bear thee, short thou art if I cannot bear thee!

Nothing is as certain as that the vices of leisure are gotten rid of by being busy.

It is not goodness to be better than the worst.

While you teach, you learn.

Nature does not reveal all her secrets at once. We imagine we are initiated in her mysteries: we are, as yet, but hanging around her outer courts.

It is true greatness to have in one the frailty of a man and the security of a god.

Whenever the speech is corrupted so is the mind.