tis hard to live in a world where all look upon you as below them.
We are all human, and all do wrong.
An interesting fiction... however paradoxical the assertion may appear... addresses our love of truth- not the mere love of facts expressed by true names and dates, but the love of that higher truth, the truth of nature and principals, which is a primitive law of the human mind.
Advice is not a gift, but a debt that the old owe to the young.
The sublimity connected with vastness, is familiar to every eye.
It is seldom men think of death in the pride of their health and strength.