Do not be bullied out of your common sense by the specialist; two to one, he is a pedant.

Stupidity often saves a man from going mad.

The mind of a bigot to the pupil of the eye; the more light you pour on it, the more it contracts.

Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.

Fresh air is good if you do not take too much of it; most of the achievements and pleasures of life are in bad air.

Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.

Every event that a man would master must be mounted on the run, and no man ever caught the reins of a thought except as it galloped past him.