In argument, truth always prevails finally; in politics, falsehood always.

Truth is a point, the subtlest and finest; harder than adamant; never to be broken, worn away, or blunted. Its only bad quality is, that it is sure to hurt those who touch it; and likely to draw blood, perhaps the life blood, of those who press earnestly upon it.

Old trees in their living state are the only things that money cannot command.

Circumstances form the character; but, like petrifying matters, they harden while they form.

Clear writers, like fountains, do not seem so deep as they are; the turbid look the most profound.

When a woman hath ceased to be quite the same to us, it matters little how different she becomes.

A great man knows the value of greatness; he dares not hazard it, he will not squander it.