If the world were good for nothing else, it is a fine subject for speculation.

A scholar is like a book written in a dead language. It is not every one that can read in it.

Envy is littleness of soul.

The insolence of the vulgar is in proportion to their ignorance. They treat everything with contempt which they do not understand.

There is nothing more likely to drive a man mad, than the being unable to get rid of the idea of the distinction between right and wrong, and an obstinate, constitutional preference of the true to the agreeable.

Nothing is more unjust or capricious than public opinion.

It may be made a question whether men grow wiser as they grow older, anymore than they grow stronger or healthier or honest.