Heaven and earth fight in vain against a dunce!

What reason, like the careful ant, draws laboriously together, the wind of accident sometimes collects in a moment.

Love can sun the realms of night.

Have Hope. Though clouds environs now, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put thou the shadow from thy brow, - No night but hath its morn.

Utility is the great idol of the age, to which all powers must do service and all talents swear allegiance.

We, we live! ours are the hours, and the living have their claims.

Anyone taken as an individual is tolerably sensible and reasonable - as a member of a crowd, he at once becomes a blockhead.