Nature magically suits the man to his fortunes, by making these the fruit of his character.

In different hours, a man represents each of several of his ancestors, as if there were seven or eight of us rolled up in each man's skin, - seven or eight anc…

All the great speakers were bad speakers at first.

Whatever limits us we call Fate.

How often are we forced to charge fortune with partiality towards the unjust!

Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.

I am parshial to ladies if they are nice I suppose it is my nature. I am not quite a gentleman but you would hardly notice it but cant be helped anyhow.