There is a secret pride in every human heart that revolts at tyranny. You may order and drive an individual, but you cannot make him respect you.

We imagine that the admiration of the works of celebrated men has become common, because the admiration of their names has become so.

Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust; hatred alone is immortal.

People of genius do not excel in any profession because they work in it, they work in it because they excel.

The most rational cure after all for the inordinate fear of death is to set a just value on life.

The severest critics are always those who have either never attempted, or who have failed in original composition.

The seat of knowledge is in the head; of wisdom, in the heart. We are sure to judge wrong, if we do not feel right.