Avarice is the vice of declining years.
By common consent gray hairs are a crown of glory; the only object of respect that can never excite envy.
The public is wiser than the wisest critic.
In nine times out of ten, the slanderous tongue belongs to a disappointed person.
Beauty is but the sensible image of the Infinite. Like truth and justice it lives within us; like virtue and the moral law it is a companion of the soul.
Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the infinite.
Conscience is the mirror of our souls, which represents the errors of our lives in their full shape.
Dishonesty is so grasping it would deceive God himself, were it possible.