Our condition as men is risky and ticklish enough. One can not be sure of himself and his fortune an hour, but he may be whisked off into some pitiable or ridiculous plight.

An individual is an encloser. Time and space, liberty and necessity, truth and thought, are left at large no longer.

Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous.

Every man is eloquent once in his life.

The pest of society are the egotist, they are dull and bright, sacred and profane, course and fine. It is a disease that like the flu falls on all constitutions.

There are always difficulties arising that tempt you to believe your critics are right.

It's a luxury to be understood.