I am not so lost in lexicography as to forget that words are the daughters of earth, and that things are the sons of heaven.
In civilized society we all depend upon each other, and our happiness is very much owing to the good opinion of mankind.
From ignorance our comfort flows, the only wretched are the wise
I never desire to converse with a man who has written more than he has read.
Allow children to be happy in their own way, for what better way will they find?
An author places himself uncalled before the tribunal of criticism and solicits fame at the hazard of disgrace.