We estimate the wisdom of nations by seeing what they did with their surplus capital.

Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest

In England every man you meet is some man's son; in America, he may be some man's father.

In the highest civilization the book is still the highest delight.

There is always room for a person of force and they make room for many.

Manners are the happy ways of doing things; each one a stroke of genius or of love, now repeated and hardened into usage, they form at last a rich varnish, with which the routine of life is washed, and its details adorned. If they are superficial, so are the dew-drops which give such a depth to the morning meadows.

Evil is merely privative, not absolute: it is like cold, which is the privation of beat.