A man's vanity tells him what is honor, a man's conscience what is justice.

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

Great men too often have greater faults than little men can find room for.

A critic is never too severe when he only detects the faults of an author. But he is worse than too severe when, in consequence of this detection, be presumes to place himself on a level with genius.

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.

Such is our impatience, such our hatred of procrastination, to everything but the amendment of our practices and the adornment of our nature, one would imagine we were dragging Time along by force, and not he us.