Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste.

My altars are the mountains and the ocean.

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

The best prophet of the future is the past.

Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.

It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts - you have no idea of the pain it gives one.

So sweet the blush of bashfulness, E'en pity scarce can wish it less!