Despair makes victims sometimes victors.

Not in the knowledge of things without, but in the perfection of the soul within, lies the empire of man aspiring to be more than man.

Genius has no brother.

But never yet the dog our country fed, Betrayed the kindness or forgot the bread.

It is the misfortune of all miscellaneous political combinations, that with the purest motives of their more generous members are ever mixed the most sordid interests and the fiercest passions of mean confedes.

Irony is to the high-bred what billingsgate is to the vulgar; and when one gentleman thinks another gentleman an ass, he does not say it point-blank, he implies it in the politest terms he can invent.

He who sees his heir in his own child, carries his eye over hopes and possessions lying far beyond his gravestone, viewing his life, even here, as a period but closed with a comma. He who sees his heir in another man's child sees the full stop at the end of the sentence.