The fatal trait of the times is the divorce between religion and morality.
Great men are sincere.
Cannot we let [children] be themselves, and enjoy life in their own way? You are trying to make another you. One's enough.
There is health in table talk and nursery play. We must wear old shoes and have aunts and cousins.
What torments of grief you endured, from evils that never arrived
Ah, if the rich were rich as the poor fancy riches.