Ah, if the rich were rich as the poor fancy riches.
There was never anything that did not proceed from a thought.
There is never a beginning, there is never an end, to the inexplicable continuity of this web of God, but always circular power returning into itself.
Tis a rule of manners to avoid exaggeration.
It is a greater joy to see the author's author, than himself.
What is a man born for but to be a reformer, a remaker of what has been made, a denouncer of lies, a restorer of truth and good?