Happy the boy whose mother is tired of talking nonsense to him before he is old enough to know the sense of it.

What hypocrites we seem to be whenever we talk of ourselves! Our words sound so humble, while our hearts are so proud.

It is well for us that we are born babies in intellect. Could we understand half what mothers say and do to their infants, we should be filled with a conceit of our own importance, which would render us insupportable through life.

Nothing good bursts forth all at once. The lightning may dart out of a black cloud; but the day sends his bright heralds before him, to prepare the world for his coming.

The greatest truths are the simplest, and so are the greatest men.

There is no being eloquent for atheism. In that exhausted receiver the mind cannot use its wings, - the clearest proof that it is out of its element.

It is with flowers as with moral qualities; the bright are sometimes poisonous; but, I believe, never the sweet.