We all owe each other concessions of taste and opinion for the sake of family peace and affection.
Solitude causes us to write because it causes us to think.
Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
Witticisms are fire-arms, that make a noise and give pain.
The errors of the intellect are fatal, still more dangerous than those of the heart.
One has so much time for thought in the country! However occupied one may be, 'tis with nothing that engrosses the mind, which works away on its own account like a mill-wheel.