As is the inventor of murder, and the father of art, Cain must have been a man of first-rate genius.

The pulpit style of Germany has been always rustically negligent, or bristling with pedantry.

No man will ever unfold the capacities of his own intellect who does not at least checker his life with solitude.

Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest.

Enough if every age produce two or three critics of this esoteric class, with here and there a reader to understand them.

The burden of the incommunicable.

A promise is binding in the inverse ratio of the numbers to whom it is made.