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

The power of a man increases steadily by continuing in one direction.

Every act of the man inscribes itself in the memories of his fellows, and in his own manners and face. The air is full of sounds;the sky, of tokens; the ground is all memoranda and signatures; and every object covered over with hints, which speak to the intelligent.

No matter how much faculty of idle seeing a man has, the step from knowing to doing is rarely taken.

Nature never wears a mean appearance. Neither does the wisest man extort her secret, and lose his curiosity by finding out all her perfection.

Every man in his lifetime needs to thank his faults.

We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents. It may be safely trusted as proportionate and of good issues, so it be faithfully imparted, but God will not have his work made manifest by cowards.