The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!

Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied.

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.

How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding.