It is well there is no one without fault; for he would not have a friend in the world. He would seem to belong to s different species.

The admiration of power in others is as common to man as the love of it in himself; the one makes him a tyrant, the other a slave.

It might be argued, that to be a knave is the gift of fortune, but to play the fool to advantage it is necessary to be a learned man.

The most silent people are generally those who think most highly of themselves.

The ignorance of the world leaves one at the mercy of its malice.

The love of letters is the forlorn hope of the man of letters. His ruling passion is the love of fame.

Despair swallows up cowardice.