No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.

Great offices will have great talents, and God gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordained to fill.

How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.

Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.

God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs

Accomplishments have taken virtue's place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.

Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.