Writing is a dreadful labor, yet not so dreadful as Idleness.

Philosophy dwells aloft in the Temple of Science, the divinity of its inmost shrine; her dictates descend among men, but she herself descends not : whoso would behold her must climb with long and laborious effort, nay, still linger in the forecourt, till manifold trial have proved him worthy of admission into the interior solemnities.

Originality is a thing we constantly clamour for, and constantly quarrel with.

Speech is silver, silence is golden.

The only happiness a brave person ever troubles themselves in asking about, is happiness enough to get their work done.

We have chosen Mahomet not as the most eminent Prophet; but as the one we are freest to speak of. He is by no means the truest of Prophets; but I do esteem him a true one.

To the mean eye all things are trivial, as certainly as to the jaundiced they are yellow.