Embraces are comminglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.

Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy.

Since the French Revolution Englishmen are all intermeasurable one by another, certainly a happy state of agreement to which I forone do not agree.

A dead body revenges not injuries.

The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.

A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.

The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons.