Man Is A Poetical Animal, And Delights

There Is Something Captivating In Spirit And Intrepidity, To Which, We Often Yield As To A Resistless Power; Nor Can He Reasonably Expect, The Confidence Of Others Who Too Apparently Distrusts Himself.

No Act Terminating In Itself Constitutes Greatness.

A King (as Such) Is Not A Great Man. He Has Great Power, But It Is Not His Own.

What Passes In The World For Talent Or Dexterity Or Enterprise Is Often Only A Want Of Moral Principle. We May Succeed Where Others Fail, Not From A Greater Share Of Invention, But From Not Being Nice In The Choice Of Expedients.

To Give A Reason For Anything Is To Breed A Doubt Of It.