It is the eye which makes the horizon.
Proverbs, words, and grammar inflections convey the public sense with more purity and precision, than the wisest individual.
No facts to me are sacred; none are profane.
There is one mind common to all individual men
There is no beautifier of complexion, or form, or behavior, like the wish to scatter joy and not pain around us.
For what are they all in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet?