Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to displease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.

I have seen her and sister cry over a book for an hour together, and they said, they liked the book the better the more it made them cry.

As few subjects are more interesting to society, so few have been more frequently written upon than the education of youth.

Friendship is made up of esteem and pleasure; pity is composed of sorrow and contempt: the mind may for some time fluctuate between them, but it can never entertain both at once.

As writers become more numerous, it is natural for readers to become more indolent; whence must necessarily arise a desire of attaining knowledge with the greatest possible ease.

While selfishness joins hands with no one of the virtues, benevolence is allied to them all.

The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the trimmings of the vain.