We are all of us, more or less, the slaves of opinion.

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

By despising all that has preceded us, we teach others to despise ourselves.

The most rational cure after all for the inordinate fear of death is to set a just value on life.

To create an unfavorable impression, it is not necessary that certain things should be true, but that they have been said.

The way to get on in the world is to be neither more nor less wise, neither better nor worse than your neighbours.

The objects that we have known in better days are the main props that sustain the weight of our affections, and give us strength to await our future lot.