We boil at different degrees.

There are some men above grief and some men below it.

Every man is actually weak, and apparently strong. To himself, he seems weak; to others, formidable.

Private, accidental, confidential conversation breeds thought. Clubs produce oftener words.

The world of men show like a comedy without laughter: populations, interests, government, history; 't is all toy figures in a toyhouse.

Society is a wave. The wave moves onward, but the water of which it is composed does not.

A cultivated man, wise to know and bold to perform, is the end to which nature works.