We say the cows laid out Boston. Well, there are worse surveyors.

The soul of God is poured into the world through the thoughts of men.

We are amphibious creatures, weaponed for two elements, having two sets of faculties, the particular and the catholic.

We are not very much to blame for our bad marriages. We live amid hallucinations, and especial trap is laid to trip up our feet with, and all are tripped up first or last. But the mighty mother, who had been so sly with us, as if she felt she owed us some indemnity, insinuates into the Pandora box of marriage some deep and serious benefits, and some great joys.

Everything that is popular, it has been said, deserves the attention of philosophers: and this is for the obvious reason, that although it may not be of any worth in itself, yet it characterizes the people.

A mind might ponder its thought for an epoch, and not gain so much self-knowledge as the passion of love shall teach in a day.

We thirst for approbation, yet cannot forgive the approver.