Virtues are, in the popular estimate, rather the exception than the rule. There is the man and his virtues.
The secret of fortune is joy in our hands.
There is nothing we value and hunt and cultivate and strive to draw to us, but in some hour we turn and rend it.
A party is perpetually corrupted by personality.
A man's style is his mind's voice. Wooden minds, wooden voices.
It is a fact often observed, that men have written good verses under the inspiration of passion, who cannot write well under other circumstances.