It is impossible to say all that we think, even to our truest Friend. We may bid him farewell forever sooner than complain, for our complaint is too well grounded to be uttered.

Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.

It takes a man of genius to travel in his own country, in his native village; to make any progress between his door and his gate.

What is the singing of birds, or any natural sound, compared with the voice of one we love.

I seem to have dodged all my days with one or two persons, and lived upon expectation,--as if the bud would surely blossom; and soI am content to live.

The progress from an absolute to a limited monarchy, from a limited monarchy to a democracy, is a progress toward a true respect for the individual.

Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.