There are only ten minutes in the life of a pear when it is perfect to eat.

Nothing in nature is exhausted in its first use...In God, every end is converted into a new means.

In nature nothing can be given. All things are sold.

Society never advances. It recedes as fast on one side as it gains on the other. Society acquires new arts, and loses old instincts.

The highest praise we can attribute to any writer, painter, sculptor, builder, is, that he actually possessed the thought or feeling with which he has inspired us.

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.

Beside all the small reasons we assign, there is a great reason for the existence of every extant fact; a reason which lies grandand immovable, often unsuspected behind it in silence.