A King (as such) is not a great man. He has great power, but it is not his own.

The most fluent talkers or most plausible reasoners are not always the justest thinkers.

By conversing with the mighty dead, we imbibe sentiment with knowledge. We become strongly attached to those who can no longer either hurt or serve us, except through the influence which they exert over the mind. We feel the presence of that power which gives immortality to human thoughts and actions, and catch the flame of enthusiasm from all nations and ages.

We must be doing something to be happy.

Let a man's talents or virtues be what they may, he will only feel satisfaction in his society as he is satisfied in himself.

We often forget our dreams so speedily: if we cannot catch them as they are passing out at the door, we never set eyes on them again.

Grace in women has more effect than beauty.