No thoroughly occupied person was ever found really miserable.

Fame, they tell you, is air; but without air there is no life for any; without fame there is none for the best.

Ridicule has followed the vestiges of truth, but never usurped her place.

Immoderate power, like other intemperance, leaves the progeny weaker and weaker, until nature as in compassion covers it with her mantle and it is seen no more.

What is companionship where nothing that improves the intellect is communicated, and where the larger heart contracts itself to the model and dimension of the smaller?

An ingenious mind feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof.

Justice is often pale and melancholy; but Gratitude, her daughter, is constantly in the flow of spirits and the bloom of loveliness.