To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living.

As we advance in life, we acquire a keener sense of the value of time. Nothing else, indeed, seems of any consequence; and we become misers in this respect.

No really great man ever thought himself so.

Common sense, to most people, is nothing more than their own opinions.

To speak highly of one with whom we are intimate is a species of egotism. Our modesty as well as our jealousy teaches us caution on this subject.

He who comes up to his own idea of greatness must always have had a very low standard of it in his mind.

He who lives wisely to himself and his own heart looks at the busy world through the loopholes of retreat, and does not want to mingle in the fray.