The worst old age is that of the mind.

The public have neither shame or gratitude.

To a superior race of being the pretensions of mankind to extraordinary sanctity and virtue must seem... ridiculous.

I hate anything that occupies more space than it is worth... I hate to see a parcel of big words without anything in them.

No young man ever thinks he shall die.

The safest kind of praise is to foretell that another will become great in some particular way. It has the greatest show of magnanimity and the least of it in reality.

We would willingly, and without remorse, sacrifice not only the present moment, but all the interval (no matter how long) that separates us from any favorite object.