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.

Falsehood always endeavors to copy the mien and attitude of truth.

Beauty, without kindness, dies unenjoyed and undelighting.

The joy of life is variety.

Be not too hasty to trust or to admire the teachers of morality; they discourse like angels, but they live like men.

The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality.

To wipe all tears from off all faces is a task too hard for mortals; but to alleviate misfortunes is often within the most limited power: yet the opportunities which every day affords of relieving the most wretched of human beings are overlooked and neglected with equal disregard of policy and goodness.