A man of business may talk of philosophy; a man who has none may practice it.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
Fine sense and exalted sense are not half so useful as common sense.
Most authors steal their works, or buy.
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.
Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.