The soil of friendship is worn out with constant use. Habit may still attach us to each other, but we feel ourselves fettered by it. Old friends might be compared to old married people without the tie of children.

If we wish to know the force of human genius, we should read Shakespeare. If we wish to see the insignificance of human learning, we may study his commentators.

It is a false principle that because we are entirely occupied with ourselves, we must equally occupy the thoughts of others. The contrary inference is the fair one.

One shining quality lends a lustre to another, or hides some glaring defect.

The way to secure success is to be more anxious about obtaining than about deserving it.

Prejudice is the child of ignorance.

Horus non numero nisi serenas (I count only the sunny hours).