What, after all, is heaven, but a transition from dim guesses and blind struggling with a mysterious and adverse fate to the fullness of all wisdom--from ignorance, in a word, to knowledge, but knowledge of what order?

Toil to some is happiness, and rest to others. This man can only breathe in crowds, and that man only in solitudes.

Say what we will, we may be sure that ambition is an error. Its wear and tear on the heart are never recompensed.

Laws die, books never.

I would rather have five energetic and competent enemies than one fool friend.

He that fancies himself very enlightened, because he sees the deficiencies of others, may be very ignorant, because he has not studied his own.

The veil which covers the face of futurity is woven by the hand of mercy.