Little men build up great ones, but the snow colossus soon melts; the good stand under the eye of God, and therefore stand.

Cruelty in all countries is the companion of anger; but there is only one, and never was another on the globe, where she coquets both with anger and mirth.

Hope is the mother of faith.

Those who speak against the great do not usually speak from morality, but from envy.

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.

I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.

We fancy we suffer from ingratitude, while in reality we suffer from self-love.