Experience has further taught me this, that we ruin ourselves by impatience.
I want death to find me planting my cabbages.
A little of everything and nothing thoroughly, after the French fashion.
We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.
The confidence in another man's virtue is no light evidence of a man's own, and God willingly favors such a confidence.
For truth itself does not have the privilege to be employed at any time and in every way; its use, noble as it is, has its circumscriptions and limits.