Occupation: Author Birth: November 17, 1792 Death: January 22, 1834
Curiosity is little more than another name for Hope..
To know the hight [sic] of a mountain, one must climb it..
In the moment of our creation we receive the stamp of our individuality; and much of life is spent in rubbing off or defacing the impression..
The cross was two pieces of dead wood; and a helpless, unresisting Man was nailed to it; yet it was mightier than the world, and triumphed, and will ….
There are men whom you will never dislodge from an opinion, except by taking possession of it yourself..
Who is fit to govern others? He who governs himself. You might as well have said: nobody..
People cannot go wrong, if you don't let them. They cannot go right, unless you let them..
True modesty does not consist in an ignorance of our merits, but in a due estimate of them..
Seeking is not always the way to find..
They who boast of their tolerance merely give others leave to be as careless about religion as they are themselves. A walrus might as well pride itse….
The ablest writer is only a gardener first, and then a cook: his tasks are, carefully to select and cultivate his strongest and most nutritive thoug….
Nature is mighty. Art is mighty. Artifice is weak. For nature is the work of a mightier power than man. Art is the work of man under the guidance and….
A faith that sets bounds to itself, that will believe so much and no more, that will trust thus far and no further, is none..
I could hardly feel much confidence in a man who had never been imposed upon..
The feeling is often the deeper truth, the opinion the more superficial one..
Histories used often to be stories: the fashion now is to leave out the story. Our histories are stall-fed: the facts are absorbed by the reflexio….
Forms and regularity of proceeding, if they are not justice, partake much of the nature of justice, which, in its highest sense, is the spirit of dis….
The mind is like a trunk: if well-packed, it holds almost every thing; if ill-packed, next to nothing..
I suspect we have internal senses. The mind's eye since Shakespeare's time has been proverbial; and we have also a mind's ear. To say nothing of drea….
When a man says he sees nothing in a book, he very often means that he does not see himself in it: which, if it is not a comedy or a satire, is likel….
The most mischievous liars are those who keep sliding on the verge of truth..