Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.
Fine sense and exalted sense are not half so useful as common sense.
Wit and judgment often are at strife.
There is nothing wanting to make all rational and disinterested people in the world of one religion, but that they should talk together every day.
And empty heads console with empty sound.
The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd