Old friendships are like meats served up repeatedly, cold, comfortless, and distasteful. The stomach turns against them.

Cant is the voluntary overcharging or prolongation of a real sentiment; hypocrisy is the setting up a pretension to a feeling you never had and have no wish for.

Just as much as we see in others we have in ourselves.

The player envies only the player, the poet envies only the poet.

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.

There is a secret pride in every human heart that revolts at tyranny. You may order and drive an individual, but you cannot make him respect you.

That which is not, shall never be; that which is, shall never cease to be. To the wise, these truths are self-evident.