It is impossible for a man to be cheated by anyone but himself.
If we encounter a man of rare intellect, we should ask him what books he reads.
The ship of heaven guides itself and will not accept a wooden rudder.
The pleasure of eloquence is in greatest part owing often to the stimulus of the occasion which produces it- - to the magic of sympathy, which exalts the feeling of each by radiating on him the feeling of all.
What is well done, I feel as if I did; what is ill-done, I reck not of.
Cut these words and they would bleed; they are vascular and alive.