No truly great person ever thought themselves so.

I like a friend the better for having faults that one can talk about.

A nickname is the heaviest stone that the devil can throw at a man. It is a bugbear to the imagination, and, though we do not believe in it, it still haunts our apprehensions.

A great chessplayer is not a great man, for he leaves the world as he found it.

A life of action and danger moderates the dread of death. It not only gives us fortitude to bear pain, but teaches us at every step the precarious tenure on which we hold our present being.

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.

It is not fit that every man should travel; it makes a wise man better, and a fool worse.