Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past even while we attempt to define it, and, like the flash of lightning, at once exists and expires.
He that has energy enough to root out a vice should go further, and try to plant a virtue in its place.
In religion as in politics it so happens that we have less charity for those who believe half our creed, than for those who deny the whole of it
The excess of our youth are checks written against our age and they are payable with interest thirty years later
The greatest genius is never so great as when it is chastised and subdued by the highest reason.
No man is wise enough, nor good enough, to be trusted with unlimited power.
Friendship, of itself a holy tie, Is made more sacred by adversity
There is this paradox in pride it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so
The whole family of pride and ignorance are incestuous, and mutually beget each other
Our very best friends have a tincture of jealousy even in their friendship; and when they hear us praised by others, will ascribe it to sinister and interested motives if they can.
The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late.
The greatest friend of Truth is time, her greatest enemy is Prejudice, and her constant companion Humility.
The soundest argument will produce no more conviction in an empty head than the most superficial declamation; a feather and a guinea fall with equal velocity in a vacuum
If Satan ever laughs, it must be at hypocrites; they are the greatest dupes he has.
Philosophy is a bully that talks loud when the danger is at a distant; but, the moment she is pressed hard by an enemy, she is nowhere to be found and leaves the brunt of the battle to be fought by her steady, humble comrade, religion.