The aristocracy of feudal parchment has passed away with a mighty rushing, and now, by a natural course, we arrive at aristocracy of the money-bag.

A man's felicity consists not in the outward and visible blessing of fortune, but in the inward and unseen perfections and riches of the mind.

He that will not work according to his faculty, let him perish according to his necessity: there is no law juster than that.

Evil and good are everywhere, like shadow and substance; inseparable (for men) yet not hostile, only opposed.

Oblivion is the dark page, whereon Memory writes her light-beam characters, and makes them legible; were it all light, nothing could be read there, any more than if it were all darkness.

Reality, if rightly interpreted, is grander than fiction.

Out of the lowest depths there is a path to the loftiest heights.