Top-heavy was the ship as a dinnerless student with all Aristotle in his head.
The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul.
The terrors of truth and dart of death To faith alike are vain.
In time of peril, like the needle to the loadstone, obedience, irrespective of rank, generally flies to him who is best fitted to command.
There never was a great man yet who spent all his life inland.
Praise when merited is not a boon: yet to a generous nature, is it pleasant to utter it.