Avarice is the miser's dream, as fame is the poet's.
Anyone is to be pitied who has just sense enough to perceive his deficiencies.
The rule for traveling abroad is to take our common sense with us, and leave our prejudices behind.
What passes in the world for talent or dexterity or enterprise is often only a want of moral principle. We may succeed where others fail, not from a greater share of invention, but from not being nice in the choice of expedients.
Lying is the strongest acknowledgement of the force of truth.
Books wind into the heart.