Life affords no higher pleasure than that of surmounting difficulties, passing from one step of success to another, forming new wishes and seeing them gratified.

So many objections may be made to everything, that nothing can overcome them but the necessity of doing something.

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.

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

Ignorance cannot always be inferred from inaccuracy; knowledge is not always present.

Man alone is born crying, lives complaining, and dies disappointed.

There are, indeed, few kinds of composition from which an author, however learned or ingenious, can hope a long continuance of fame.