True friendship is self-love at second-hand.

Without the aid of prejudice and custom, I should not be able to find my way across the room.

Perhaps propriety is as near a word as any to denote the manners of the gentleman; elegance is necessary to the fine gentleman; dignity is proper to noblemen; and majesty to kings.

Books are a world in themselves, it is true; but they are not the only world. The world itself is a volume larger than all the libraries in it.

No really great man ever thought himself so.

The soil of friendship is worn out with constant use. Habit may still attach us to each other, but we feel ourselves fettered by it. Old friends might be compared to old married people without the tie of children.

Grace has been defined as the outward expression of the inward harmony of the soul.