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.

No matter how much faculty of idle seeing a man has, the step from knowing to doing is rarely taken.