To this hour, the great science and duty of politics is lowered by the petty leaven of small and personal advantage.

doubts, like facts, are stubborn things.

When does the mind put forth its powers? when are the stores of memory unlocked? when does wit 'flash from fluent lips?' -- when but after a good dinner? Who will deny its influence on the affections? Half our friends are born of turbots and truffles.

Experience teaches, it is true; but she never teaches in time.

It merely shews, after all, that affection is a habit.

there is nothing so easy as to be wise for others; a species of prodigality, by-the-by - for such wisdom is wholly wasted.

Enthusiasm is the divine particle in our composition: with it we are great, generous, and true; without it, we are little, false, and mean.