Man is a make-believe animal: he is never so truly himself as when he is acting a part.

The seat of knowledge is in the head; of wisdom, in the heart. We are sure to judge wrong, if we do not feel right.

Liberty is the only true riches: of all the rest we are at once the masters and the slaves.

Familiarity confounds all traits of distinction; interest and prejudice take away the power of judging.

To write a genuine familiar or truly English style is to write as anyone would speak in common conversation, who had a thorough command and choice of words, or who could discourse with ease, force, and perspicuity, setting aside all pedantic and oratorical flourishes.

Old friendships are like meats served up repeatedly, cold, comfortless, and distasteful. The stomach turns against them.

You know more of a road by having traveled it than by all the conjectures and descriptions in the world.