Who does not sometimes envy the good and the brave, who are no more to suffer from the tumults of the natural world, and await with curious complacency the speedy term of his own conversation with finite nature?

Taking to pieces is the trade of those who cannot construct.

The life of man is the true romance, which when it is valiantly conduced, will yield the imagination a higher joy than any fiction.

An orator or author is never successful till he has learned to make his words smaller than his ideas.

It is impossible for a man to be cheated by anyone but himself.

It is vain to keep a secret from one who has a right to know it. It will tell itself.

I feel the same truth how often in my trivial conversation with my neighbours, that somewhat higher in each of us overlooks this by-play, and Jove nods to Jove from behind each of us.