Prejudice is the child of ignorance.

Without the aid of prejudice and custom, I should not be able to find my way across the room.

There are no rules for friendship. It must be left to itself. We cannot force it any more than love.

Features alone do not run in the blood; vices and virtues, genius and folly, are transmitted through the same sure but unseen channel.

Language, if it throws a veil over our ideas, adds a softness and refinement to them, like that which the atmosphere gives to naked objects.

Cowardice is not synonymous with prudence. It often happens that the better part of discretion is valor.

The severest critics are always those who have either never attempted, or who have failed in original composition.