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.

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

Old trees in their living state are the only things that money cannot command.

A true philosopher is beyond the reach of fortune.

In argument, truth always prevails finally; in politics, falsehood always.

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

What is companionship where nothing that improves the intellect is communicated, and where the larger heart contracts itself to the model and dimension of the smaller?