Fine sense and exalted sense are not half so useful as common sense.

Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.

Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.

Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.

There are certain times when most people are in a disposition of being informed, and 'tis incredible what a vast good a little truth might do, spoken in such seasons.

As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.

It is sure the hardest science to forget!