Genius in one grand particular is like life. We know nothing of either but by their effects.

There are three kinds of power,--wealth, strength, and talent; but as old age always weakens, often destroys, the two latter, the aged are induced to cling with the greater avidity to the former.

Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console.

Posthumous charities are the very essence of selfishness when bequeathed by those who, even alive, would part with nothing.

Short as life is, some find it long enough to outlive their characters, their constitutions and their estates.

The hand that unnerved Belshazzar derived its most horrifying influence from the want of a body, and death itself is not formidable in what we do know of it, but in what we do not.

Where we cannot invent, we may at least improve.