Libraries collect the works of genius of every language and every age.
Conscience is the mirror of our souls, which represents the errors of our lives in their full shape.
Style is the gossamer on which the seeds of truth float through the world.
The charities of life are scattered everywhere, enameling the vales of human beings as the flowers paint the meadows. They are not the fruit of study, nor the privilege of refinement, but a natural instinct.
The fears of one class of men are not the measure of the rights of another.
If reason is a universal faculty, the decision of the common mind is the nearest criterion of truth.