It is the doctrine of the popular music-masters, that whoever can speak can sing. So, probably, every man is eloquent once in his life. Our temperaments differ in capacity of heat, or

I suffer whenever I see that common sight of a parent or senior imposing his opinion and way of thinking and being on a young soul to which they are totally unfit. Cannot we let people be themselves, and enjoy life in their own way? You are trying to make that man another you. One's enough.

Let none presume to measure the irregularities of Michael Angelo or Socrates by village scales.

I honor health as the first Muse.

Our chief want in life is somebody who will make us do what we can.

Heaven walks among us ordinarily muffled in such triple or tenfold disguises that the wisest are deceived and no one suspects the days to be gods.

Every man is actually weak, and apparently strong. To himself, he seems weak; to others, formidable.