The etymologist finds the deadest word to have been once a brilliant picture. Language is fossil poetry. As the limestone of the continent consists of infinite masses of the shells of animalcules, so language is made up of images or tropes, which now, in their secondary use, have long ceased to remind us of their poetic origin.

Whenever you are sincerely pleased you are nourished.

How shall a man escape from his ancestors, or draw off from his veins the black drop which he drew from his father's or mother's life?

The maxim of courts is that manner is power.

When private men shall act with original views, the lustre will be transferred from the actions of kings to those of gentlemen.

A mob cannot be a permanency: everybody's interest requires that it should not exist, and only justice satisfies all.

For every grain of wit there is a grain of folly.