Hypotheses are lullabies for teachers to sing their students to sleep.

Nothing is good for a nation but that which arises from its own core and its own general wants, without apish imitation of another.

Thou art in the end what thou art. Put on wigs with millions of curls, set thy foot upon ell-high rocks. Thou abidest ever--what thou art.

I do not now begin, - I still adore Her whom I early cherish'd in my breast; Then once again with prudence dispossess'd, And to whose heart I'm driven back once more. The love of Petrarch, that all-glorious love, Was unrequited, and, alas, full sad.

What a man does not understand, he does not possess.

Precaution is better than cure.

Some books seem to have been written, not to teach us anything, but to let us know that the author has known something.