Our chief comforts often produce our greatest anxieties, and the increase in our possessions is but an inlet to new disquietudes.

Error is always talkative.

He watched and wept and prayed and felt for all

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,- Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise.

The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.

If you don't ask me questions, I can't give you an untrue answer.