Teach me, O lark! with thee to greatly rise, to exalt my soul and lift it to the skies.

Custom reconciles us to everything.

Prudence is not only the first in rank of the virtues political and moral, but she is the director and regulator, the standard of them all.

Whatever is fitted in any sort to excite the ideas of pain and danger, that is to say, whatever is in any sort terrible, or is conversant about terrible objects, or operates in a manner analogous to terror, is a source of the sublime; that is, it is productive of the strongest emotion which the mind is capable of feeling... When danger or pain press too nearly, they are incapable of giving any delight, and are simply terrible; but at certain distances, and with certain modifications, they may be, and they are, delightful, as we every day experience.

Falsehood and delusion are allowed in no case whatever; but, as in the exercise of all the virtues, there is an economy of truth. It is a sort of temperance, by which a man speaks truth with measure, that he may speak it the longer.

Public calamity is a mighty leveller.

They [Americans] augur misgovernment at a distance and snuff the approach of tyranny in every tainted breeze.