Metaphor is no argument, though it be sometimes the gunpowder to drive one home, and imbed it in the memory.

Ah, men do not know how much strength is in poise, That he goes the farthest who goes far enough.

The riches of scholarship, the benignities of literature, defy fortune and outlive calamity. They are beyond the reach of thief or moth or rust. As they cannot be inherited, so they cannot, be alienated.

This imputation of inconsistency is one to which every sound politician and every honest thinker must sooner or later subject himself. The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinion.

That love for one, from which there doth not spring Wide love for all, is but a worthless thing.

There are two kinds of genius. The first and highest may be said to speak out of the eternal to the present, and must compel its age to understand it; the second understands its age, and tells it what it wishes to be told.

O reputation! dearer far than life.