In cases where every thing is understood, and measured, and reduced to rule, love is out of the question.

He that revels in a well-chosen library, has innumerable dishes, and all of admirable flavour.

In a well-written book we are presented with the maturest reflections, or the happiest flights of a mind of uncommon excellence. It is impossible that we can be much accustomed to such companions without attaining some resemblance to them.

Whenever government assumes to deliver us from the trouble of thinking for ourselves, the only consequences it produces are those of torpor and imbecility.

We are so curiously made that one atom put in the wrong place in our original structure will often make us unhappy for life.

As long as parents and teachers in general shall fall under the established rule, it is clear that politics and modes of government will educate and infect us all. They poison our minds, before we can resist, or so much as suspect their malignity. Like the barbarous directors of the Eastern seraglios, they deprive us of our vitality, and fit us for their despicable employment from the cradle.

But the watchful care of the parent is endless. The youth is never free from the danger of grating interference.