The assault of our enemies is not part of our life; it is only part of our experience; we throw it off and guard ourselves against it as against frost, storm, rain, hail, or any other of the external evils which may be expected to happen.

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

Everyone is deceived in his hopes, cheated in his expectations.

For a strolling damsel a doubtful reputation bears.

I hate everything that merely instructs me without augmenting or directly invigorating my activity.

The miller imagines that the corn grows only to make his mill turn.

What is the freedom of the most free? To do what is right!