Ambition does not see the earth she treads on: The rock and the herbage are of one substance to her.

Wrong is but falsehood put in practice.

Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in excess.

Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age.

It appears to be among the laws of nature, that the mighty of intellect should be pursued and carped by the little, as the solitary flight of one great bird is followed by the twittering petulance of many smaller.

The deafest man can hear praise, and is slow to think any an excess.

The writing of the wise are the only riches our posterity cannot squander.