Nature is a tropical swamp in sunshine, on whose purlieus we hear the song of summer birds, and see prismatic dewdrops, - but her interiors are terrific, full of hydras and crocodiles.

Ah Fate, cannot a man Be wise without a beard? East, West, from Beer to Dan, Say, was it never heard That wisdom might in youth be gotten, Or wit be ripe before 't was rotten?

Right is more beautiful than private affection, and is compatible with universal wisdom.

The men who come on the stage at one period are all found to be related to each other. Certain ideas are in the air.

What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.

The objection to conforming to usages that have become dead to you is, that it scatters your force.

A man is known by the books he reads.