oblivion has been noticed as the offspring of silence.
the modes of speech are scarcely more variable than the modes of silence.
The ingenuity of self-deception is inexhaustible.
We do not so much want books for good people, as books which will make bad ones better.
Anger is the common refuge of insignificance. People who feel their character to be slight, hope to give it weight by inflation: but the blown bladder at its fullest distention is still empty.
All reformations seem formidable before they are attempted.