When you enter a grove peopled with ancient trees, higher than the ordinary, and shutting out the sky with their thickly inter-twined branches, do not the stately shadows of the wood, the stillness of the place, and the awful gloom of this doomed cavern then strike you with the presence of a deity?

How much does great prosperity overspread the mind with darkness.

The fortune of war is always doubtful.

I had rather never receive a kindness than never bestow one.

We live not according to reason, but according to fashion.

The miserable are sacred.

How great would be our peril if our slaves began to number us!