Language, if it throws a veil over our ideas, adds a softness and refinement to them, like that which the atmosphere gives to naked objects.

We never do anything well till we cease to think about the manner of doing it.

We are governed by sympathy; and the extent of our sympathy is determined by that of our sensibility

No man would, I think, exchange his existence with any other man, however fortunate. We had as lief not be, as not be ourselves.

Languages happily restrict the mind to what is of its own native growth and fitted for it, as rivers and mountains bond countries; or the empire of learning, as well as states, would become unwieldy and overgrown.

Love and joy are twins or born of each other.

The great requisite for the prosperous management of ordinary business is the want of imagination.