Talk of the devil, and his horns appear.

Rage is essentially vulgar.

I do not call the sod under my feet my country; but language-religion-government-blood-identity in these makes men of one country.

Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge, but passes into it through an intermediate state of obscurity, even as night into day through twilight.

Contempt is egotism in ill- humor.

We have to administer the law whether we like it or no.

Finally, good sense is the body of poetic genius, fancy its drapery, motion its life, and imagination the soul that is everywhere and in each; and forms all into one graceful and intelligent whole.