Perfect ignorance is quiet, perfect knowledge is quiet; not so the transition from the former to the latter.
A thought once awakened does not again slumber.
Weak eyes are fondest of glittering objects.
The outer passes away; the innermost is the same yesterday, today, and forever.
Burke said there were Three Estates in Parliament; but, in the Reporter's gallery yonder, there sat a fourth estate more important far than they all.
Variety is the condition of harmony.