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We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.
There’s naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
I have no consistency, except in politics and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others.