Honor lies in the mane of a horse.

While nature thus very early and very abundantly feeds us, she is very late in tutoring us as to the proper methodization of our diet.

I have written a wicked book, and feel spotless as the lamb.

Why, ever since Adam, who has got to the meaning of this great allegory - the world? Then we pygmies must be content to have out paper allegories but ill comprehended.

The shadows of things are greater than themselves; and the more exaggerated the shadow, the more unlike the substance.

Surrounded as we are by the wants and woes of our fellow-men, and yet given to follow our own pleasures, regardless of their pains, are we not like people sitting up with a corpse, and making merry in the house of the dead?

Failure is the true test of greatness