The devil may be bullied, but not the Deity.

Beware the deadly fumes of that insane elation Which rises from the cup of mad impiety, And go, get drunk with that divine intoxication Which is more sober far than all sobriety.

Of all the portions of life it is in the two twilights, childhood and age, that tears fall with the most frequency; like the dew at dawn and eve.

Ignorance is the mother of suspicion.

God's mills grind slow, But they grind woe.

Reserve may be pride fortified in ice; dignity is worth reposing on truth.

A crowd always thinks with its sympathy, never with its reason.