Was genius ever ungrateful? Mere talents are dry leaves, tossed up and down by gusts of passion, and scattered and swept away; but, Genius lies on the bosom of Memory, and Gratitude at her feet.

There is no easy path leading out of life, and few are the easy ones that lie within it.

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

No friendship is so cordial or so delicious as that of girl for girl; no hatred so intense and immovable as that of woman for woman.

States, like men, have their growth, their manhood, their decrepitude, their decay.

Religion is the eldest sister of philosophy: on whatever subjects they may differ, it is unbecoming in either to quarrel, and most so about their inheritance.

A true philosopher is beyond the reach of fortune.