The cold, inconsiderate of persons, tingles your blood, benumbs your feet, freezes a man like an apple.

Gross and obscure natures, however decorated, seem impure shambles; but character gives splendor to youth, and awe to wrinkled skin and gray hairs.

I appeal now to the convictions of the communicants, and ask such persons whether they have not been occasionally conscious of a painful confusion of thought between the worship due to God and the commemoration due to Christ.

When a man speaks the truth in the spirit of truth, his eye is as clear as the heavens. When he has base ends, and speaks falsely, the eye is muddy, and sometimes asquint.

Every man's nature is a sufficient advertisement to him of the character of his fellows.

Style is only the frame to hold your thoughts. It is like the sash of a window; if heavy, it will obscure the light.

There is properly no history, only biography.