The person who grieves suffers his passion to grow upon him; he indulges it, he loves it; but this never happens in the case of actual pain, which no man ever willingly endured for any considerable time.

It is the function of a judge not to make but to declare the law, according to the golden mete-wand of the law and not by the crooked cord of discretion.

An appearance of delicacy, and even fragility, is almost essential to beauty.

The only training for the heroic is the mundane.

A great empire and little minds go ill together.

Nothing in progression can rest on its original plan. We may as well think of rocking a grown man in the cradle of an infant.

I do ride contend against the advantages of distrust. In the world we live in, it is but too necessary. Some of old called it the very sinews of discretion.