It appears to be among the laws of nature, that the mighty of intellect should be pursued and carped by the little, as the solitary flight of one great bird is followed by the twittering petulance of many smaller.

Friendship may sometimes step a few paces in advance of truth.

Greatness, as we daily see it, is unsociable.

Moroseness is the evening of turbulence.

Belief in a future life is the appetite of reason.

Friendships are the purer and the more ardent, the nearer they come to the presence of God, the Sun not only of righteousness but of love.

It is as wise to moderate our belief as our desires.