Cats like men are flatterers.

When the mind loses its feeling for elegance, it grows corrupt and groveling, and seeks in the crowd what ought to be found at home.

In the morn of life we are alert, we are heated in its noon, and only in its decline do we repose.

An ingenuous mind feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof. If you reject it you are unhappy, if you accept it you are undone.

Greatness, as we daily see it, is unsociable.

Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose their direction and begin to bend.

The wise become as the unwise in the enchanted chambers of Power, whose lamps make every face the same colour.