To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living.

There is something captivating in spirit and intrepidity, to which, we often yield as to a resistless power; nor can he reasonably expect, the confidence of others who too apparently distrusts himself.

I can enjoy society in a room; but out of doors, nature is company enough for me

Art must anchor in nature, or it is the sport of every breath of folly.

Man is a make-believe animal: he is never so truly himself as when he is acting a part.

I hate to be near the sea, and to hear it roaring and raging like a wild beast in its den. It puts me in mind of the everlasting efforts of the human mind, struggling to be free, and ending just where it began.

I am always afraid of a fool. One cannot be sure that he is not a knave as well.