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

There are many who talk on from ignorance rather than from knowledge, and who find the former an inexhaustible fund of conversation.

He who would see old Hoghton right Must view it by the pale moonlight.

The perfect joys of heaven do not satisfy the cravings of nature.

We can be said only to fulfil our destiny in the place that gave us birth. I should on this account like well enough to spend the whole of my life in travelling abroad, if I could anywhere borrow another life to spend afterwards at home!

It is not fit that every man should travel; it makes a wise man better, and a fool worse.

Believe all the good you can of everyone. Do not measure others by yourself. If they have advantages which you have not, let your liberality keep pace with their good fortune. Envy no one, and you need envy no one.

The multitude who require to be led, still hate their leaders.

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.

A life of action and danger moderates the dread of death.

If you give an audience a chance they will do half your acting for you.

A grave blockhead should always go about with a lively one -- they show one another off to the best advantage.

Envy among other ingredients has a mixture of the love of justice in it. We are more angry at undeserved than at deserved good-fortune.

Grace has been defined as the outward expression of the inward harmony of the soul.

The mind of man is like a clock that is always running down, and requires to be constantly wound up.

There is a quiet repose and steadiness about the happiness of age, if the life has been well spent. Its feebleness is not painful. The nervous system has lost its acuteness. But, in mature years we feel that a burn, a scald, a cut, is more tolerable than it was in the sensitive period of youth.

A felon could plead benefit of clergy and be saved by reading aloud what was aptly enough termed the neck verse, which was very usually the Miserere mei of Psalm 51.

I am proud up to the point of equality; everything above or below that appears to me arrant impertinence or abject meanness.

Those who wish to forget painful thoughts do well to absent themselves for a while from, the ties and objects that recall them; but we can be said only to fulfill our destiny in the place that gave us birth.

Lying is the strongest acknowledgement of the force of truth.