Perhaps the best cure for the fear of death is to reflect that life has a beginning as well as an end.

Pure good soon grows insipid, wants variety and spirit. Pain is a bittersweet, which never surfeits. Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust. Hatred alone is immortal.

To display the greatest powers, unless they are applied to great purposes, makes nothing for the character of greatness.

Human life may be regarded as a succession of frontispieces. The way to be satisfied is never to look back.

Belief is with them mechanical, voluntary: they believe what they are paid for - they swear to that which turns to account. Do you suppose, that after years spent in this manner, they have any feeling left answering to the difference between truth and falsehood?

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

Men of gravity are intellectual stammerers, whose thoughts move slowly.