It is the talent of human nature to run from one extreme to another.

A little grain of the romance is no ill ingredient to preserve and exalt the dignity of human nature, without which it is apt to degenerate into everything that is sordid, vicious and low.

There is nothing constant in this world but inconsistency.

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.

Arbitrary power is but the first natural step from anarchy, or the savage life.

It is pleasant to observe how free the present age is in laying taxes on the next. "Future ages shall talk of this; they shall be famous to all posterity;" whereas their time and thoughts will be taken up about present things, as ours are now.

Such a man, truly wise, creams off Nature leaving the sour and the dregs for philosophy and reason to lap up.