Goodness does not more certainly make men happy than happiness makes them good.
Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age.
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
In argument, truth always prevails finally in politics, falsehood always.
Every sect is a moral check on its neighbour. Competition is as wholesome in religion as in commerce.
Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature.
Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.
We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.