there is nothing so uncertain and slippery as fact.
April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.
avarice is especially, I suppose, a disease of the imagination.
I have a strong opinion that a genuine love of books is one of the greatest blessings of life for man and woman.
February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again.
bubbles of false opinion will last whole ages, and deceive whole generations, till they are broken by some powerful breath, and even then how often they reunite, and again shine in the eyes of men, who hold them solid as cannon-balls!