Human brutes, like other beasts, find snares and poison in the provision of life, and are allured by their appetites to their destruction.

A ridiculous passion which hath no being but in play-books and romances.

Nor do they trust their tongue alone, but speak a language of their own; can read a nod, a shrug, a look, far better than a printed book; convey a libel in a frown, and wink a reputation down.

I used to wonder how a man of birth and spirit could endure to be wholly insignificant and obscure in a foreign country, when he might live with lustre in his own.

I have now lost my barrier between me and death; God grant I may live to be as well prepared for it, as I confidently believe her to have been! If the way to Heaven be through piety, truth, justice and charity, she is there.

Don't set your wit against a child.

The bulk of mankind is as well equipped for flying as thinking.