We sacrifice to dress till household joys and comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, and keeps our larder lean.

Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.

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

They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.

Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.

A teacher should be sparing of his smile.

Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.