Very early, I knew that the only object in life was to grow.

No temple can still the personal griefs and strifes in the breasts of its visitors.

Essays, entitled critical, are epistles addressed to the public, through which the mind of the recluse relieves itself of its impressions.

The civilized man is a larger mind but a more imperfect nature than the savage.

If anything can be invented more excruciating than an English Opera, such as was the fashion at the time I was in London, I am sure no sin of mine deserves the punishment of bearing it.

The Arabian horse will not plough well, nor can the plough-horse be rode to play the jereed.

Harmony exists no less in difference than in likeness, if only the same key-note govern both parts.