Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.

The genuine remains of Ossian, or those ancient poems which bear his name, though of less fame and extent, are, in many respects,of the same stamp with the Iliad itself. He asserts the dignity of the bard no less than Homer, and in his era, we hear of no other priest than he.

A kitten is so flexible that she is almost double; the hind parts are equivalent to another kitten with which the fore part plays. She does not discover that her tail belongs to her till you tread upon it.

Where there is a lull of truth, an institution springs up. But the truth blows right on over it, nevertheless, and at length blows it down.

We are superior to the joy we experience.

What have I to do with plows? I cut another furrow than you see.

I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary.