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.

The sublime is contained in a grain of dust.

The sweetest souls, like the sweetest flowers, soon canker in cities, and no purity is rarer there than the purity of delight.

Hope is the mother of faith.

I sometimes think that the most plaintive ditty has brought a fuller joy and of longer duration to its composer that the conquest of Persia to the Macedonian.

Life and death appear more certainly ours than whatsoever else; and yet hardly can that be called ours, which comes without our knowledge, and goes without it.