Damn the Solar System. Bad light; planets too distant; pestered with comets; feeble contrivance; could make a better myself.

Damn the Solar System. Bad light; planets too distant; pestered with comets; feeble contrivance; could make a better myself.

There is nothing respecting which a man may be so long unconscious as of the extent and strength of his prejudices.

Simplicity of manner is the last attainment. Men are very long afraid of being natural, from the dread of being taken for ordinary.

Opinions founded on prejudice are always sustained with the greatest of violence.

He will always see the most beauty whose affections are the warmest and most exercised, whose imagination is the most powerful, and who has most accustomed himself to attend to the objects by which he is surrounded.

Derision is never so agonizing as when it pounces on the wanderings of misguided sensibility.