The human race is a monotonous affair. Most people spend the greatest part of their time working in order to live, and what little freedom remains so fills them with fear that they seek out any and every means to be rid of it.

God made man simple, but how he changed and got complicated is hard to say.

There is no remedy but love for the great superiority of others

And I have again observed, my dear friend, in this trifling affair, that misunderstandings and neglect occasion more mischief in the world than even malice and wickedness. At all events, the two latter are of less frequent occurrence.

Everyone only hears what he understands.

With little wit and ease to suit them, They whirl in narrow circling trails, Like kittens playing with their tails.

Modern poets add a lot of water to their ink.