The faultfinder will find faults even in paradise.
Our inventions are wont to be pretty toys, which distract our attention from serious things. They are but improved means to an unimproved end.
This world is but a canvas to our imagination.
Our sadness is not sad, but our cheap joys.
The other side of the globe is but the home of our correspondent. Our voyaging is only great-circle sailing.
One revelation has been made to the Indian, another to the white man.