Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.
Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme.
The man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.
Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
Reason gains all people by compelling none.