In argument, truth always prevails finally in politics, falsehood always.
Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature.
We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.
Every sect is a moral check on its neighbour. Competition is as wholesome in religion as in commerce.
Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.
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.
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age.
Goodness does not more certainly make men happy than happiness makes them good.