I hate to be near the sea, and to hear it roaring and raging like a wild beast in its den. It puts me in mind of the everlasting efforts of the human mind, struggling to be free, and ending just where it began.

The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little and to endure very much.

Without life there can be no action — no objects of pursuit — no restless desires — no tormenting passions. Hence it is that we fondly cling to it — that we dread its termination as the close, not of enjoyment, but of hope.

The more we do, the more we can do; the more busy we are, the more leisure we have.

In public speaking, we must appeal either to the prejudices of others, or to the love of truth and justice. If we think merely of displaying our own ability, we shall ruin every cause we undertake.

The world dread nothing so much as being convinced of their errors.

Hope is the best possession. None are completely wretched but those who are without hope. Few are reduced so low as that.