The words in prose ought to express the intended meaning, and no more; if they attract attention to themselves, it is, in general, a fault.

Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

He holds him with his glittering eye, And listens like a three years' child.

There is one art of which people should be masters - the art of reflection.

Men of humor are always in some degree men of genius; wits are rarely so, although a man of genius may, amongst other gifts, possess wit, as Shakespeare.

To most men experience is like the stern lights of a ship, which illuminate only the track it has passed.

It is a flat'ning Thought, that the more we have seen, the less we have to say.