Manners are the shadows of virtues; the momentary display of those qualities which our fellow creatures love, and respect.

Never give way to melancholy; resist it steadily, for the habit will encroach.

[T]he 47th proposition in Euclid might now be voted down with as much ease as any proposition in politics; and therefore if Lord Hawkesbury hates the abstract truths of science as much as he hates concrete truth in human affairs, now is his time for getting rid of the multiplication table, and passing a vote of censure upon the pretensions of the hypotenuse.

Human beings cling to their delicious tyrannies and to their exquisite nonsense, till death stares them in the face.

Hope is the belief, more or less strong, that joy will come.

What two ideas are more inseparable than beer and Britannia?

Great men hallow a whole people, and lift up all who live in their time.