Esteem incites friendship, but not love; the former is the twin brother of Reverence; the latter is the child of Equality.

Thou makest the man, O Sorrow!--yes, the whole man,--as the crucible gold.

All our tastes are but reminiscences.

Barbarism recommences by the excess of civilization.

The impartiality of history is not that of the mirror, which merely reflects objects, but of the judge, who sees, listens, and decides.

Limited in his nature, infinite in his desires, man is a fallen god who remembers the heavens.

Habit with it's iron sinews, clasps us and leads us day by day.