Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he; Full well the busy whisper circling round Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd. Yet was he kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declar'd how much he knew, 'Twas certain he could write and cipher too.

What is genius or courage without a heart?

A man who leaves home to mend himself and others is a philosopher; but he who goes from country to country, guided by the blind impulse of curiosity, is a vagabond.

The mind is ever ingenious in making its own distress.

As ten millions of circles can never make a square, so the united voice of myriads cannot lend the smallest foundation to falsehood.

It has been well observed that few are better qualified to give others advice than those who have taken the least of it themselves.

As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.