Might not most men be as well named boys grown old.

Wit catches of wit, as fire of fire.

The mind's eye is perhaps no better fitted for the full radiance of truth, than is the body's for that of the sun.

Habit is the cement of society, the comfort of life, and, alas! The root of error.

Two men are equally free from the rage of ambition; are they therefore equal in merit? Perhaps not; one may be above ambition, the other below it.

There are sometimes beauties in a character which would never have appeared but for a defect, and defects which would never have appeared but for a beauty.

No man ever reaches manhood till a woman's tenderness Is a part of his possession.