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

Moroseness is the evening of turbulence.

Fancy is imagination in her youth and adolescence. Fancy is always excursive; imagination, not seldom, is sedate.

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

A little praise is good for a shy temper; it teaches it to rely on the kindness of others.

We listen to those whom we know to be of the same opinion as ourselves, and we call them wise for being of it; but we avoid such as differ from us.

Friendships are the purer and the more ardent, the nearer they come to the presence of God, the Sun not only of righteousness but of love.