It is always our inabilities that vex us.
Speech is but the incorporation of thought.
When you go in search of honey you must expect to be stung by bees.
Ornaments were invented by modesty.
Criticism even should not be without its charms. When quite devoid of all amenities, it is no longer literary.
Men have torn up the roads which led to Heaven, and which all the world followed; now we have to make our own ladders.