The season of love is that of battle. The roots of these fights run deep.

Mathematics seems to endow one with something like a new sense.

Great is the power of steady misrepresentation

Language is an art, like brewing or baking.... It certainly is not a true instinct, for every language has to be learnt.

Traveling ought also to teach him distrust; but at the same time he will discover, how many truly kind-hearted people there are, with whom he never before had, or ever again will have any further communication, who yet are ready to offer him the most disinterested assistance.

To my deep mortification my father once said to me, "You care for nothing but shooting, dogs, and rat-catching, and you will be a disgrace to yourself and all your family."

We behold the face of nature bright with gladness.