All the sciences are, in some measure, linked with each other, and before the one is ended, the other begins.

There are some faults so nearly allied to excellence that we can scarce weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.

Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.

True wisdom consists of tracing effects to their causes.

Prudery is ignorance.

True genius walks along a line, and, perhaps, our greatest pleasure is in seeing it so often near falling, without being ever actually down.

The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.