Accuracy is essential to beauty.

A mob is a society obodies, voluntarily bereaving themselves oreason, and traversing its work. The mob is man, voluntarily descending to the nature othe beast. Its fit hour oactivity is night; its actions are insane, like its whole constitution.

England, an old and exhausted island, must one day be contented, like other parents, to be strong only in her children.

If eyes were made for seeing, then beauty is its own excuse for being.

The intellectual life may be kept clean and healthful, if man will live the life of nature, and not import into his mind difficulties which are none of his.

Those who have ruled human destinies, like planets, for thousands of years, were not handsome men.

Consistency is the bugbear that frightens little minds.