We ought to see far enough into a hypocrite to see even his sincerity.

The rolling stone rolls echoing from rock to rock; but the rolling stone is dead. The moss is silent because the moss is alive.

Happiness is a mystery like religion, and should never be rationalised.

There is no such thing on earth as an uninteresting subject; the only thing that can exist is an uninterested person.

A nice man is a man of nasty ideas.

For, however roguish a man may be, he always loves to deal with an honest man.

One should judge a man mainly from his depravities. Virtues can be faked. Depravities are real.