Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky.

The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.

Englishmen are said to love their laws; - that is the reason, I suppose, they give us so many of them, and in different editions.

It would be difficult to determine whether the age is growing better or worse; for I think our plays are growing like sermons, and our sermons like plays.

The well taught philosophic mind To all compassion gives; Casts round the world an equal eye, And feels for all that lives.

The awakenings of remorse, virtuous shame and indignation, the glow of moral approbation if they do not lead to action, grow less and less vivid every time they occur, till at length the mind grows absolutely callous.

You, that have toiled during youth, to set your son upon higher ground, and to enable him to begin where you left off, do not expect that son to be what you were, - diligent, modest, active, simple in his tastes, fertile in resources. You have put him under quite a different master. Poverty educated you; wealth will educate him. You cannot suppose the result will be the same.