The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
The bounds of a man's knowledge are easily concealed, if he has but prudence.
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.
And fools who came to scoff remain'd to pray.
I have found by experience that they who have spent all their lives in cities contract not only an effeminacy of habit, but of thinking.