But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!

There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; he does not feel for man.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.

The man that hails you Tom or Jack, and proves by thumps upon your back how he esteems your merit, is such a friend, that one had need be very much his friend indeed to pardon or to bear it.

If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.

A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.

No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.