Plunge boldly into the thick of life, and seize it where you will, it is always interesting.

Alas! sorrow from happiness is oft evolved.

Must it ever be thus-that the source of our happiness must also be the fountain of our misery? The full and ardent sentiment which animated my heart with the love of nature, overwhelming me with a torrent of delight, and which brought all paradise before me, has now become an insupportable torment, a demon which perpetually pursues and harrasses me.

If children grew up according to early indications, we should have nothing but geniuses.

The brilliant passes, like the dew at morn; The true endures, for ages yet unborn.

Error is to truth as sleep is to waking. I have observed that one turns, as if refreshed, from error back to truth.

Because everyone uses language to talk, everyone thinks he can talk about language.