Society always consists, in greatest part, of young and foolish persons. The old, who have seen through the hypocrisy of the courts and statesmen, die, and leave no wisdom to their sons. They believe their own newspaper, as their fathers did at their age.

Our age is retrospective. It builds the sepulchres of the fathers. It writes biographies, histories and criticism.

A person seldom falls sick but the bystanders are animated with a faint hope that he will die.

Every man who would do anything well, must come to it from a higher ground.

Language is fossil Poetry.

The terrors of the child are quite reasonable, and add to his loveliness; for his utter ignorance and weakness, and his enchanting indignation on such a small basis of capital compel every bystander to take his part.

Heaven is large, and affords space for all modes of love and fortitude.