Tyrants forego all respect for humanity in proportion as they are sunk beneath it. Taught to believe themselves of a different species, they really become so, lose their participation with their kind, and in mimicking the god dwindle into the brute.

It may be made a question whether men grow wiser as they grow older, anymore than they grow stronger or healthier or honest.

To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living.

Walk groundly, talk profoundly, drink roundly, sleep soundly.

The best kind of conversation is that which may be called thinking aloud.

Elegance is something more than ease; it is more than a freedom from awkwardness or restraint. It implies, I conceive, a precision, a polish, a sparkling, spirited yet delicate.

An honest man speaks the truth, though it may give offence; a vain man, in order that it may.