Whatever brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home.

Acquaint yourself with your own ignorance.

Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting.

So, when a raging fever burns, We shift from side to side by turns; And 't is a poor relief we gain To change the place, but keep the pain.

Nothing tends so much to enlarge the mind as traveling.

Study detains the mind by the perpetual occurrence of something new, which may gratefully strike the imagination.

A dogmatical spirit inclines a man to be censorious of his neighbors. Every one of his opinions appears to him written, as it were, with sunbeams, and he grows angry that his neighbors do not see it in the same light. He is tempted to disdain his correspondents as men of low and dark understandings because they do not believe what he does.