Vanity bids all her sons be brave, and all her daughters chaste and courteous.
Hail! the small courtesies of life, for smooth do ye make the road of it, like grace and beauty, which beget inclinations to love at first sight; it is ye who open the door and let the stranger in.
The history of a soldier's wound beguiles the pain of it.
What persons are by starts they are by nature.
A man cannot dress, but his ideas get cloath'd at the same time.
Sight is by much the noblest of the senses. We receive our notices from the other four, through the organs of sensation only. We hear, we feel, we smell, we taste, by touch. But sight rises infinitely higher. It is refined above matter, and equals the faculty of spirit.