A person seldom falls sick but the bystanders are animated with a faint hope that he will die.
Better be a nettle in the side of your friend than his echo.
Our poets are men of talents who sing, and not the children of music.
The imagination and the senses cannot be gratified at the same time.
Give the slave the least elevation of religious sentiment, and he is not slave: you are the slave: he not only in his humility feels his superiority, feels that much deplored condition of his to be a fading trifle, but he makes you feel it too. He is the master.
Human character evermore publishes itself. The most fugitive deed and word, the intimated purpose, express character.