As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.

Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!

The ambitious are forever followed by adulation for they receive the most pleasure from flattery.

Is it that Nature, attentive to the preservation of mankind, increases our wishes to live, while she lessens our enjoyments, and as she robs the senses of every pleasure, equips imag-ination in the spoil?

We may affirm of Mr. Buffon, that which has been said of the chemists of old; though he may have failed in attaining his principal aim, of establishing a theory, yet he has brought together such a multitude of facts relative to the history of the earth, and the nature of its fossil productions, that curiosity finds ample compensation, even while it feels the want of conviction.

Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.

I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing.