Nations, like individuals, interest us in their growth.
True wit, to every man, is that which falls on another.
Every good writer has much idiom; it is the life and spirit of language.
The happiest of pillows is not that which love first presses! it is that which death has frowned on and passed over.
Where power is absent we may find the robe of genius, but we miss the throne.
Nothing is pleasanter to me than exploring in a library.