The secret of the difficulties of those people who make a great deal of money, and yet are always in want of it, is this-they throw it away as soon as they get it on the first whim or extravagance that strikes them, and have nothing left to meet ordinary expenses or discharge old debts.

We grow tired of ourselves, much more of other people.

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

There are few things in which we deceive ourselves more than in the esteem we profess to entertain for our firends. It is little better than a piece of quackery. The truth is, we think of them as we please, that is, as they please or displease us.

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

The greatest reverses of fortune are the most easily borne from a sort of dignity belonging to them.

No man would, I think, exchange his existence with any other man, however fortunate. We had as lief not be, as not be ourselves.