Silence gives consent.
Novels teach the youthful mind to sigh after happiness that never existed.
We had no revolutions to fear, nor fatigues to undergo; all our adventures were by the fireside, and all our migrations from the blue bed to the brown.
Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain.
What is genius or courage without a heart?
You will always find that those are most apt to boast of national merit, who have little or not merit of their own to depend on . . .