Those who are at war with others are not at peace with themselves.

The mind of man is like a clock that is always running down, and requires to be constantly wound up.

There is something captivating in spirit and intrepidity, to which, we often yield as to a resistless power; nor can he reasonably expect, the confidence of others who too apparently distrusts himself.

Envy is littleness of soul.

A thing is not vulgar merely because it is common.

A distinction has been made between acuteness and subtlety of understanding. This might be illustrated by saying that acuteness consists in taking up the points or solid atoms, subtlety in feeling the air of truth.

The most violent friendships soonest wear themselves out.