Reading civilized the inner life.
Reversing a proposition rearranges its terms, but still keeps out new terms.
Boredom, not the will, is the mother of change. Necessity is the father.
The depressed fall back exhausted from every undertaking.
My young friend supposes his ingenuousness is merely a ruse.
Self-satisfaction and self-pity are both condemned. What are people permitted to feel about themselves?