Raphael paints wisdom, Handel sings it, Phidias carves it, Shakespeare writes it, Wren builds it, Columbus sails it, Luther preaches it, Washington arms it, Watt mechanizes it.

Everything runs to excess; every good quality is noxious if unmixed.

The men who carry their points do not need to inquire of their constituents what they should say, but are themselves the country which they represent: nowhere are its emotions or opinions so instant and so true as in them; nowhere so pure from a selfish infusion.

A little praise goes a great ways.

A cheerful, intelligent face is the end of culture.

America is not civil, whilst Africa is barbarous.

A man's action is only a poicture book of his creed.