Though familiarity may not breed contempt, it takes off the edge of admiration.

A really great man has always an idea of something greater than himself.

Women never reason, and therefore they are (comparatively) seldom wrong.

Prejudice is the child of ignorance.

The book-worm wraps himself up in his web of verbal generalities, and sees only the glimmering shadows of things reflected from the minds of others.

The measure of any man's virtue is what he would do, if he had neither the laws nor public opinion, nor even his own prejudices, to control him.

Charity, like nature, abhors a vacuum. Next to putting it in a bank, men like to squander their superfluous wealth on those to whom it is sure to be doing the least possible good.