To believe and to understand are not diverse things, but the same things in different periods of growth.

A spring of love gush'd from my heart, And I bless'd them unaware.

Memory, bosom-spring of joy.

Facts are not truths; they are not conclusions; they are not even premises, but in the nature and parts of premises.

With no other privilege than that of sympathy and sincere good wishes, I would address an affectionate exhortation to the youthful literati, grounded on my own experience. It will be but short; for the beginning, middle, and end converge to one charge: NEVER PURSUE LITERATURE AS A TRADE.

About, about, in reel and rout the death fires danced at night.

I am sure from my experience of juries that, in a criminal case especially, they will obey the law as declared by the Judge; they will take the law from the Judge, whether they like it or do not like it, and apply it honestly to the facts before them.