Ridicule, the weapon of all others most feared by enthusiasts of every description, and which from its predominance over such minds, often checks what is absurd, and fully as often smothers that which is noble.

Adversity is, to me at least, a tonic and a bracer.

Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights of waking.

And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.

The schoolmaster is termed, classically, Ludi Magister, because he deprives boys of their play.

The most learned, acute, and diligent student cannot, in the longest life, obtain an entire knowledge of this one volume.

What a strange scene if the surge of conversation could suddenly ebb like the tide, and show us the real state of people's minds.