He who considers too much will perform little.
We are too prone to find fault; let us look for some of the perfections.
Art is the right hand of Nature. The latter has only given us being, the former has made us men.
The jest loses its point when he who makes it is the first to laugh.
Utility is the great idol of the age, to which all powers must do service and all talents swear allegiance.
Fate hath no voice but the heart's impulse.