Happiness is not perfected until it is shared.
The best manner of avenging ourselves is by not resembling him who has injured us.
Dr. Johnson has said that the chief glory of a country arises from its authors. But then that is only as they are oracles of wisdom; unless they teach virtue, they are more worthy of a halter than of the laurel.
Imparting knowledge is only lighting other men's candles at our lamp without depriving ourselves of any flame.
Nobility, without virtue, is a fine setting without a gem.
Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray; nay, when it strikes on a kindred heart, like the converged light on a mirror, it reflects itself with redoubled brightness. It is not perfected till it is shared.