Every man is an impossibility until he is born.

To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven.

Wouldst thou shut up the avenues of ill, Pay every debt as if God wrote the bill.

We are very near to greatness: one step and we are safe; can we not take the leap?

The pleasure of eloquence is in greatest part owing often to the stimulus of the occasion which produces it- - to the magic of sympathy, which exalts the feeling of each by radiating on him the feeling of all.

Society gains nothing whilst a man, not himself renovated, attempts to renovate things around him; he has become tediously good insome particular but negligent or narrow in the rest; and hypocrisy and vanity are often the disgusting result.

We read often with as much talent as we write.