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.

No young man ever thinks he shall die.

Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.

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.

The world judge of men by their ability in their profession, and we judge of ourselves by the same test: for it is on that on which our success in life depends.

The difference between the vanity of a Frenchman and an Englishman seems to be this: the one thinks everything right that is French, the other thinks everything wrong that is not English.

We go on a journey to be free of all impediments; to leave ourselves behind much more than to get rid of others