Every other author may aspire to praise; the lexicographer can only hope to escape reproach.

It would add much to human happiness, if an art could be taught of forgetting all of which the remembrance is at once useless and afflictive, that the mind might perform its functions without encumbrance, and the past might no longer encroach upon the present.

No man tells his opinion so freely as when he imagines it received with implicit veneration.

Moderation is commonly firm, and firmness is commonly successful.

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.

Time is, of all modes of existence, most obsequious to the imagination.

We never do anything consciously for the last time without sadness of heart.