The most wonderful inspirations die with their subject, if he has no hand to paint them to the senses.
Every burned book or house enlightens the world; every suppressed or expunged word reverberates through the earth from side to side.
Why all this deference to Alfred, and Scanderbeg, and Gustavus? Suppose they were virtuous; did they wear out virtue?
A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud. I am arrived at last in the presence of a man so real and equal, that I may drop even those undermost garments of dissimulation, courtesy, and second thought, which men ne...
When friendships are real, they are not glass threads or frost work, but the solidest things we can know.
