Nature encourages no looseness; pardons no errors.

Our chief want in life is somebody who will make us do what we can.

Revolutions go not backward.

There is no eloquence without a man behind it.

Our faith comes in moments; our vice is habitual.

Some will always be above others.

Expediency of literature, reason of literature, lawfulness of writing down a thought, is questioned; much is to say on both sides,and, while the fight waxes hot, thou, dearest scholar, stick to thy foolish task, add a line every hour, and between whiles add a line.