A fool's wild speech confounds the wise.

On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet had not quench'd the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth: Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare.

Methinks I will not die quite happy without having seen something of that Rome of which I have read so much.

The man who is deserving the name is the one whose thoughts and exertions are for others rather than for himself.

Now, it is well known, that a man may with more impunity be guilty of an actual breach either of real good breeding or of good morals, than appear ignorant of the most minute point of fashionable etiquette.

I have heard men talk about the blessings of freedom," he said to himself, "but I wish any wise man would teach me what use to make of it now that I have it.

There is a vulgar incredulity, which in historical matters, as well as in those of religion, finds it easier to doubt than to examine.