Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.

How readily we wish time spent revoked, that we might try the ground again where once--through inexperience, as we now perceive--we missed that happiness we might have found!

A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.

In indolent vacuity of thought.

Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.

When nations are to perish in their sins, 'tis in the Church the leprosy begins.

Strength may wield the ponderous spade, May turn the clod, and wheel the compost home; But elegance, chief grace the garden shows, And most attractive, is the fair result Of thought, the creature of a polished mind.