We are not satisfied to be right, unless we can prove others to be quite wrong.

Those who make their dress a principal part of themselves, will, in general, become of no more value than their dress.

The pleasure of hating, like a poisonous mineral, eats into the heart of religion, and turns it to ranking spleen and bigotry; it makes patriotism an excuse for carrying fire, pestilence, and famine into other lands: it leaves to virtue nothing but the spirit of censoriousness.

Success in business is seldom owing to uncommon talents or original power which is untractable and self-willed, but to the greatest degree of commonplace capacity.

The book-worm wraps himself up in his web of verbal generalities, and sees only the glimmering shadows of things reflected from the minds of others.

Conceit is vanity driven from all other shifts, and forced to appeal to itself for admiration.

A lively blockhead in company is a public benefit. Silence or dulness by the side of folly looks like wisdom.