No man would, I think, exchange his existence with any other man, however fortunate. We had as lief not be, as not be ourselves.

We are not satisfied to be right, unless we can prove others to be quite wrong.

An orator can hardly get beyond commonplaces: if he does he gets beyond his hearers.

Look up, laugh loud, talk big, keep the color in your cheek and the fire in your eye, adorn your person, maintain your health, your beauty and your animal spirits.

Like a rustic at a fair, we are full of amazement and rapture, and have no thought of going home, or that it will soon be night.

It is the vice of scholars to suppose that there is no knowledge in the world but that of books.

True friendship is self-love at second-hand.