I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.

And what is it, thought I, after all! It’s only his outside; a man can be honest in any sort of skin.

Youth is immortal; Tis the elderly only grow old!

Thus it often is, that the constant friction of illiberal minds wears out at last the best resolves of the more generous.

He who has never failed somewhere, that man can not be great. Failure is the true test of greatness. And if it be said, that continual success is a proof that a man wisely knows his powers,--it is only to be added, that, in that case, he knows them to be small.

At length I fell asleep, with the volume in my hand; and never slept so sound before

In some things, we Americans leave to other countries the carrying out of the principle that stands at the head of our Declaration of Independence.