Nothing, indeed, but the possession of some power can with any certainty discover what at the bottom is the true character of any man.

Magnificence is likewise a source of the sublime. A great profusion of things which are splendid or valuable in themselves is magnificent. The starry heaven, though it occurs so very frequently to our view, never fails to excite an idea of grandeur.

Falsehood is a perennial spring.

A people who are still, as it were, but in the gristle, and not yet hardened into the bone of manhood.

Those who attempt to level never equalize

In such a strait the wisest may well be perplexed and the boldest staggered.

It has all the contortions of the sibyl without the inspiration.