To prejudge other men’s notions before we have looked into them is not to show their darkness but to put out our own eyes.
Things of this world are in so constant a flux, that nothing remains long in the same state.
An excellent man, like precious metal, is in every way invariable; A villain, like the beams of a balance, is always varying, upwards and downwards.
Parents wonder why the streams are bitter, when they themselves have poisoned the fountain.
The only fence against the world is a thorough knowledge of it.
The discipline of desire is the background of character.
It is one thing to show a man that he is in an error, and another to put him in possession of the truth.
No man’s knowledge here can go beyond his experience.
We are like chameleons, we take our hue and the color of our moral character, from those who are around us.
I have spent more than half a lifetime trying to express the tragic moment.