Chance is but the pseudonym of God for those particular cases, which he does not choose to acknowledge openly with his own sign manual.

Heart-chilling superstition! thou canst glaze even Pity's eye with her own frozen tear.

If men could learn from history, what lessons it might teach us. But passion and party blind our eyes, and the light which experience gives us is a lantern on the stern, which shines only on the waves behind us.

I love being superior to myself better than [to] my equals.

The fancy is indeed no other than a mode of memory emancipated from the order of time and space.

Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place, (Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism, sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, and hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven, cries out, ''Where is it?''

Now Art, used collectively for painting, sculpture, architecture and music, is the mediatress between, and reconciler of, nature and man. It is, therefore, the power of humanizing nature, of infusing the thoughts and passions of man into everything which is the object of his contemplation.