Man alone is born crying, lives complaining, and dies disappointed.
It is as bad as bad can be: it is ill-fed, ill-killed, ill-kept, and ill-drest.
From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend,- Path, motive, guide, original, and end.
Time is, of all modes of existence, most obsequious to the imagination.
My diseases are an asthma and a dropsy and, what is less curable, seventy-five.
The parallel circumstances and kindred images to which we readily conform our minds are, above all other writings, to be found in the lives of particular persons, and therefore no species of writing seems more worthy of cultivation than biography.