Pride is a fault that great men blush not to own: it is the ennobled offspring of self-love; though, it must be confessed, grave and pompous vanity, Iike a fat plebeian in a rove of office, does very often assume its name.

It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . .

A willing heart adds feather to the heel.

The bliss even of a moment still is bliss.

I wish I were with some of the wild people that run in the woods, and know nothing about accomplishments!

This will be triumph! This will be happiness! Yea, that very thing, happiness, which I have been pursuing all my life, and have never yet overtaken.

Pride is a fault that great men blush not to own: it is the ennobled offspring of self-love; though, it must be confessed, grave and pompous vanity, Iike a fat plebeian in a rove of office, does very often assume its name.