Beauty draws us with a single hair.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
No one should be ashamed to admit they are wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that they are wiser today than they were yesterday.
We ought, in humanity, no more to despise a man for the misfortunes of the mind than for those of the body, when they are such as he cannot help; were this thoroughly considered we should no more laugh at a man for having his brains cracked than for having his head broke.