Our judgment ripens; our imagination decays. We cannot at once enjoy the flowers of the Spring of life and the fruits of its Autumn.

Books are becoming everything to me. If I had at this moment any choice in life, I would bury myself in one of those immense libraries...and never pass a waking hour without a book before me.

The measure of a man's real character is what he would do if he knew he would never be found out.

And how can man die better than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods?

Free trade, one of the greatest blessings which a government can confer on a people, is in almost every country unpopular.

How well Horatius kept the bridge In the brave days of old.

The merit of poetry, in its wildest forms, still consists in its truth-truth conveyed to the understanding, not directly by the words, but circuitously by means of imaginative associations, which serve as its conductors.