We do not count a man's years until he has nothing else to count.

Men are conservatives when they are least vigorous or when they are most luxurious-they are conservatives after dinner.

Youth is everywhere in place.

The connection between our knowledge and the abyss of being is still real, and the explication must be not less magnificent.

Art is a jealous mistress.

We aim above the mark, to hit the mark. Every act hath some falsehood of exaggeration in it.

It is only when mind and character slumber that the dress can be seen. If the intellect were always awake, and every noble sentiment, the man might go in huckaback or mats, and his dress would be admired and imitated.