The measure of progress of civilization is the progress of the people.
The public is wiser than the wisest critic.
Libraries collect the works of genius of every language and every age.
If hours did not hang heavy, what would become of scandal?
In nine times out of ten, the slanderous tongue belongs to a disappointed person.
The charities of life are scattered everywhere, enameling the vales of human beings as the flowers paint the meadows. They are not the fruit of study, nor the privilege of refinement, but a natural instinct.