In many walks of life, a conscience is a more expensive encumbrance than a wife or a carriage.

Enough if every age produce two or three critics of this esoteric class, with here and there a reader to understand them.

It is most absurdly said, in popular language, of any man, that he is disguised in liquor; for, on the contrary, most men are disguised by sobriety.

The burden of the incommunicable.

No man will ever unfold the capacities of his own intellect who does not at least checker his life with solitude.

There is a necessity for a regulating discipline of exercise that, whilst evoking the human energies, will not suffer them to be wasted.

Many a man has risen to eminence under the powerful reaction of his mind in fierce counter-agency to the scorn of the unworthy, daily evoked by his personal defects, who with a handsome person would have sunk into the luxury of a careless life under the tranquillizing smiles of continual admiration.