No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner.
Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in excess.
Ambition is but avarice on stilts, and masked.
Ambition has but one reward for all: A little power, a little transient fame; A grave to rest in, and a fading name!
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.
We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.
Kindness in ourselves is the honey that blunts the sting of unkindness in another.
Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.
My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.
We often fancy that we suffer from ingratitude, while in reality we suffer from self-love.
In argument, truth always prevails finally; in politics, falsehood always.
Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose their direction and begin to bend.
We think that we suffer from ingratitude, while in reality we suffer from self-love.
We talk on principal, but act on motivation.
Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age.
The wise become as the unwise in the enchanted chambers of Power, whose lamps make every face the same colour.
There is nothing on earth divine except humanity.
A man's vanity tells him what is honor, a man's conscience what is justice.
Delay in justice is injustice.