Men are much oftener thrown on their knees by the melancholy than by the agreeable passions.
Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do!
What a peculiar privilege has this little agitation of the brain which we call ‘thought’.
The advantages found in history seem to be of three kinds, as it amuses the fancy, as it improves the understanding, and as it strengthens virtue.
Eloquence, at its highest pitch, leaves little room for reason or reflection, but addresses itself entirely to the desires and affections, captivating the willing hearers, and subduing their understanding.
It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
In real life, women don’t enjoy being degraded and treated like objects/receptacles.
Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.
To hate, to love, to think, to feel, to see; all this is nothing but to perceive.
You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.