The grave is, I suspect, the sole commonwealth which attains that dead flat of social equality that life in its every principle so heartily abhors.

Genius, the Pythian of the beautiful, leaves its large truths a riddle to the dull.

Alas! innocence is but a poor substitute for experience.

Real philosophy seeks rather to solve than to deny.

A fresh mind keeps the body fresh. Take in the ideas of the day, drain off those of yesterday.

The same refinement which brings us new pleasures exposes us to new pains.

To mourn deeply for the death of another loosens from myself the petty desire for, and the animal adherence to life. We have gained the end of the philosopher, and view without shrinking the coffin and the pall.