Being conscious of having done a wicked action leaves stings of remorse behind it, which, like an ulcer in the flesh, makes the mind smart with perpetual wounds; for reason, which chases away all other pains, creates repentance, shames the soul with confusion, and punishes it with torment.
Come and take them.
The mind is not a vessel that needs filling, but wood that needs igniting. EOQ.
I don’t need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.
The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled.
What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.
To make no mistakes is not in the power of man; but from their errors and mistakes the wise and good learn wisdom for the future.
Time is the wisest of all counselors.
The flatterer’s object is to please in everything he does; whereas the true friend always does what is right, and so often gives pleasure, often pain, not wishing the latter, but not shunning it either, if he deems it best.
Know how to listen, and you will profit even from those who talk badly.
It is a thing of no great difficulty to raise objections against another man’s oration, it is a very easy matter; but to produce a better in it’s place is a work extremely troublesome.
Do not speak of your happiness to one less fortunate than yourself.
The richest soil, if uncultivated, produces the rankest weeds.
An imbalance between rich and poor is the oldest and most fatal ailment of all republics.
Painting is silent poetry.
Rest is the sweet sauce of labor.
Silence at the proper season is wisdom, and better than any speech.
But for the sake of some little mouthful of flesh we deprive a soul of the sun and light, and of that proportion of life and time it had been born into the world to enjoy.
The obligations of law and equity reach only to mankind; but kindness and beneficence should be extended to the creatures of every species, and these will flow from the breast of a true man, as streams that issue from the living fountain.
Oh, what a world full of pain we create, for a little taste upon the tongue.