The imaginations excited by the view of an unknown and untravelled wilderness are not such as arise in the artificial solitude of parks and gardens... The phantoms which haunt a desert are want, and misery, and danger; the evils of dereliction rush upon the thoughts; man is made unwillingly acquainted with his own weakness, and meditation shows him only how little he can sustain, and how little he can perform.

Life is a pill which none of us can bear to swallow without gilding.

Inquiries into the heart are not for man.

Those authors are to be read at schools that supply most axioms of prudence.

We are not here to sell a parcel of boilers and vats, but the potentiality of growing rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

People in distress never think that you feel enough.

How is it that we hear the loudest yelps for liberty among the drivers of negroes?