The slave has but one master, the ambitious man has as many as there are persons whose aid may contribute to the advancement of his fortunes.
Criticism is often not a science; it is a craft, requiring more good health than wit, more hard work than talent, more habit than native genius. In the hands of a man who has read widely but lacks judgment, applied to certain subjects it can corrupt both its readers and the writer himself.
A wise man is cured of ambition by ambition itself; his aim is so exalted that riches, office, fortune, and favor cannot satisfy him.
There are certain things in which mediocrity is not to be endured, such as poetry, music, painting, public speaking.
The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.
We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together.
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.
Outward simplicity befits ordinary men, like a garment made to measure for them; but it serves as an adornment to those who have filled their lives with great deeds: they might be compared to some beauty carelessly dressed and thereby all the more attractive.
There is, however, nothing wanting to the idleness of a philosopher but a better name, and that meditation, conversation, and reading should be called work.
All men's misfortunes spring from their hatred of being alone.
Even the best intentioned of great men need a few scoundrels around them; there are some things you cannot ask an honest ma to do.
It is a sad thing when men have neither the wit to speak well nor the judgment to hold their tongues.
Women run to extremes; they are either better or worse than men.
To laugh at men of sense is the privilege of fools.
Lofty posts make great men greater still, and small men much smaller.