Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.
Taste is the power of relishing or rejecting whatever is offered for the entertainment of the imagination.
No one but a fool would measure their satisfaction by what the world thinks of it.
This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.
The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.
There is probably no country so barbarous that would not disclose all it knew, if it received equivalent information; and I am apt to think that a person who was ready to give more knowledge than he received would be welcome wherever he came.