Truth is a point, the subtlest and finest; harder than adamant; never to be broken, worn away, or blunted. Its only bad quality is, that it is sure to hurt those who touch it; and likely to draw blood, perhaps the life blood, of those who press earnestly upon it.

Solitude is the audience-chamber of God.

The writing of the wise are the only riches our posterity cannot squander.

Ridicule has followed the vestiges of truth, but never usurped her place.

Consult duty not events.

Clear writers, like fountains, do not seem so deep as they are; the turbid look the most profound.

Moroseness is the evening of turbulence.