Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind.

We must follow the old authorities and precedents in criminal matters.

The heart should have fed upon the truth, as insects on a leaf, till it be tinged with the color, and show its food in every ... minutest fiber.

The Beautiful arises from the perceived harmony of an object, whether sight or sound, with the inborn and constitutive rules of the judgment and imagination: and it is always intuitive.

As long as we have to administer the law we must do so according to the law as it is. We are not here to make the law.

So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.