Prejudice is the child of ignorance.

If our hours were all serene, we might probably take almost as little note of them as the dial does of those that are clouded.

Persons of slender intellectual stamina dread competition, as dwarfs are afraid of being run over in the street.

Death puts an end to rivalship and competition. The dead can boast no advantage over us, nor can we triumph over them.

A life of action and danger moderates the dread of death.

Whatever interests is interesting.

We never do anything well till we cease to think about the manner of doing it. This is the reason why it is so difficult for any but natives to speak a language correctly or idiomatically.