Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long at eve. Did you never see it?
Even the utmost good-will and harmony and practical kindness are not sufficient for Friendship, for Friends do not live in harmony merely, as some say, but in melody. We do not wish for Friends to feed and clothe our bodies, — neighbors are kind enough for that, — but to do the like office to our spirits. For this few are rich enough, however well disposed they may be.
Books are to be distinguished by the grandeur of their topics even more than by the manner in which they are treated.
As in geology, so in social institutions, we may discover the causes of all past changes in the present invariable order of society.
All men are children, and of one family. The same tale sends them all to bed, and wakes them in the morning.