Common sense is as rare as genius.

Nature is not slow to equip us in the prison-uniform of the party to which we adhere.

We change whether we like it or not.

I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.

Some books leave us free and some books make us free.

It is the quality of the moment, not the number of days, or events, or of actors, that imports.

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