From the height from which the great look down on the world all the rest of mankind seem equal.

To great evils we submit, we resent little provocations.

A proud man is satisfied with his own good opinion, and does not seek to make converts to it.

A great mind is one that can forget or look beyond itself.

A nickname is the heaviest stone that the devil can throw at a man. It is a bugbear to the imagination, and, though we do not believe in it, it still haunts our apprehensions.

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

In what we really understand, we reason but little.