In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.

Let us not fail to scatter along our pathway the seeds of kindness and sympathy. Some of them will doubtless perish; but if one only lives, it will perfume our steps and rejoice our eyes.

We are all of us, in this world, more or less like St. January, whom the inhabitants of Naples worship one day, and pelt with baked apples the next.

We are often prophets to others only because we are our own historians.

There is a transcendent power in example.

To reveal imprudently the spot where we are most sensitive and vulnerable is to invite a blow. The demigod Achilles admitted no one to his confidence.

I study much, and the more I study, the oftener I go back to those first principles which are so simple that childhood itself can lisp them.