Every calamity is a spur and a valuable hint.

The reliance on authority measures the decline of religion, the withdrawal of the soul.

We honor the rich because they have externally the freedom, power, and grace which we feel to be proper to man, proper to us.

In the death of my son, now more than two years ago, I seem to have lost a beautiful estate,--no more. I cannot get it nearer to me.

If the East loves infinity, the West delights in boundaries.

Life has no memory. That which proceeds in succession might be remembered, but that which is coexistent, or ejaculated from a deeper cause, as yet far from being conscious, knows not its own tendency.

The years teach much which the days never know.