I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.

Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in excess.

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.

Was genius ever ungrateful? Mere talents are dry leaves, tossed up and down by gusts of passion, and scattered and swept away; but, Genius lies on the bosom of Memory, and Gratitude at her feet.

I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

We cannot at once catch the applauses of the vulgar and expect the approbation of the wise.