No great man ever complains of want of opportunity.

Motion or change, and identity or rest, are the first and second secrets of nature: Motion and Rest. The whole code of her laws may be written on the thumbnail, or the signet of a ring.

Consistency is the bugbear that frightens little minds.

The religion of one age is the literary entertainment of the next.

A great man scarcely knows how he dines, how he dresses; but without railing or precision, his living is natural and poetic.

Thought dissolves the material universe by carrying the mind up into a sphere where all is plastic.

The eyes indicate the antiquity of the soul.