Fear is a great instructor.

A sage is the instructor of a hundred ages.

Truth has not single victories; all things are its organs,--not only dust and stones, but errors and lies.

A mind might ponder its thought for an epoch, and not gain so much self-knowledge as the passion of love shall teach in a day.

I take this evanescence and lubricity of all objects, which lets them slip through our fingers then when we clutch hardest, to be the most unhandsome part of our condition.

I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.

Public opinion, I am sorry to say, will bear a great deal of nonsense. There is scarcely any absurdity so gross, whether in religion, politics, science or manners, which it will not bear.