In nine times out of ten, the slanderous tongue belongs to a disappointed person.
Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the infinite.
By common consent gray hairs are a crown of glory;
the only object of respect that can never excite envy.
Conscience is the mirror of our souls, which represents the errors of our lives in their full shape.
The exact measure of the progress of civilization is the degree in which the intelligence of the common mind has prevailed over wealth and brute force.
Dishonesty is so grasping it would deceive God himself, were it possible.
The public is wiser than the wisest critic.
Avarice is the vice of declining years.
Beauty is but the sensible image of the Infinite.
Like truth and justice it lives within us; like virtue and the moral law it is a companion of the soul.
The prejudices of ignorance are more easily removed than the prejudices of interest; the first are all blindly adopted, the second willfully preferred.