There are some men above grief and some men below it.

We do what we must, and call it by the best names we can, and would fain have the praise of having intended the result which ensues.

No man has ever had a point of pride that was not injurious to him.

We can see well into the past; we can guess shrewdly into the future, but that which is rolled up and muffled in impenetrable folds is today.

There is one topic peremptorily forbidden to all well-bred, to all rational mortals, namely, their distempers.

If you criticize a fine genius, the odds are that you are out of your reckoning, and, instead of the poet, are censuring your owncaricature of him.

Consider what you have in the smallest chosen library. A company of the wisest and wittiest men that could be picked out of all civil countries, in a thousand years, have set in best order the results of their learning and wisdom.