Time,- that black and narrow isthmus between two eternities.

Mystery magnifies danger, as a fog the sun, the hand that warned Belshazzar derived its horrifying effect from the want of a body.

Ambition is to the mind what the cap is to the falcon; it blinds us first, and then compels us to tower by reason of our blindness.

Unlike the sun, intellectual luminaries shine brightest after they set.

When you have nothing to say, say nothing; a weak defense strengthens your opponent, and silence is less injurious than a bad reply.

Strong as our passions are, they may be starved into submission, and conquered without being killed.

Pity a thing often avowed, seldom felt; hatred is a thing often felt, seldom avowed.