There is something very sublime, though very fanciful, in Plato's description of the Supreme Being,--that truth is His body and light His shadow. According to this definition there is nothing so contradictory to his nature as error and falsehood.

There is no defence against reproach, but obscurity; it is a kind of concomitant to greatness, as satires and invectives were an essential part of a Roman triumph.

Husband a lie, and trump it up in some extraordinary emergency.

There is a great amity between designing and art.

Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury.

Music is the only sensual gratification which mankind may indulge in to excess without injury to their moral or religious feelings.

Nothing lies on our hands with such uneasiness as time. Wretched and thoughtless creatures! In the only place where covetousness were a virtue we turn prodigals.