Each religious sect has its own physiognomy. The Methodists have acquired a face; the Quakers, a face; the nuns, a face. An Englishman will pick out a dissenter by his manners.

Poverty, Frost, Famine, Rain, Disease, are the beadles and guardsmen that hold us to Common Sense.

The man in the street does not know a star in the sky.

Our chief want is someone who will inspire us to be what we know we could be.

Sanity consists in not being subdued by your means. Fancy prices are paid for position, and for the culture of talent, but to thegrand interests, superficial success is of no account.

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

The voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks.