Those who are animated by hope can perform what would seem impossibilities to those who are under the depressing influence of fear.

Our pleasures in literature do not, I think, decline with age; last 1st of January was my eighty-second birthday, and I think that I had as much enjoyment from books as I ever had in my life.

The labor of thinking was so great to me, that having once come to a conclusion upon any subject, I would rather persist in it, right or wrong, than be at the trouble of going over the process again to revise and rectify my judgment.

Nature's hasty conscience.

I ... practiced all the arts of apology, evasion, and invisibility, to which procrastinators must sooner or later be reduced.

sometimes the very faults of parents produce a tendency to opposite virtues in their children.

How is it that hope so powerfully excites, and fear so absolutely depresses all our faculties?