... the universe is the property of every individual in it.

What is there of the divine in a load of brick? What ... in a barber shop? ... Much. All.

Talent alone cannot make a writer. There must be a man behind the book.

Wit makes its own welcome and levels all distinctions.

Wit makes its own welcome and levels all distinctions.

Passion, though a bad regulator, is a powerful spring.

As many languages as he has, as many friends, as many arts and trades, so many times is he a man.

The house praises the carpenter.

How casually and unobservedly we make all our most valued acquaintances.

Begin and proceed on a settled and not-to-be-shaken conviction that but little is permitted to any man to do or to know, and if he complies with the first grand laws, he shall do well.