Many men spend their lives in gazing at their own shadows, and so dwindle away into shadows thereof.

Forms and regularity of proceeding, if they are not justice, partake much of the nature of justice, which, in its highest sense, is the spirit of distributive order.

I could hardly feel much confidence in a man who had never been imposed upon.

When we skim along the surface of history we see little but the rough barren rocks that rise out of it.

They who disbelieve in virtue because man has never been found perfect, might as reasonably deny the sun because it is not always noon.

We like slipping, but not falling; our real anxiety is to be tempted enough.

The praises of others may be of use in teaching us, not what we are, but what we ought to be.