The insolence of the vulgar is in proportion to their ignorance. They treat everything with contempt which they do not understand.

The chain of habit coils itself around the heart like a serpent, to gnaw and stifle it.

No man can thoroughly master more than one art or science.

We are not hypocrites in our sleep.

Envy is the deformed and distorted offspring of egotism; and when we reflect on the strange and disproportioned character of the parent, we cannot wonder at the perversity and waywardness of the child.

We do not like our friends the worse because they sometimes give us an opportunity to rail at them heartily. Their faults reconcile us to their virtues.

The true barbarian is he who thinks everything barbarous but his own tastes and prejudices.