All men in the abstract are just and good.

We are not free to use today, or to promise tomorrow, because we are already mortgaged to yesterday.

It is the privilege of any human work which is well done to invest the doer with a certain haughtiness. He can well afford not to conciliate, whose faithful work will answer for him.

I do then with my friends as I do with my books. I would have them where I can find them, but I seldom use them.

Men lose their tempers in defending their taste.

The babe in arms is a channel through which the energies we call fate, love, and reason visibly stream.

Nature: She pardons no mistakes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay.