Most of the methods for measuring the lapse of time have, I believe, been the contrivance of monks and religious recluses, who, finding time hang heavy on their hands, were at some pains to see how they got rid of it.

Man is a poetical animal, and delights in fiction.

Principle is a passion for truth.

Those who are fond of setting things to rights, have no great objection to seeing them wrong.

You know more of a road by having traveled it than by all the conjectures and descriptions in the world.

To die is only to be as we were before we were born; yet no one feels any remorse, or regret, or repugnance, in contemplating this last idea.

Women never reason, and therefore they are (comparatively) seldom wrong.