We seldom speak of the virtue which we have, but much oftener of that which we lack.

Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

The loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.

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

So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.

The heart of every man lies open to the shafts of correction if the archer can take proper aim.

Whatever be the motives which induce men to write,--whether avarice or fame,--the country becomes more wise and happy in which they most serve for instructors.