Languages Are The Pedigree Of Nations.

Men Seldom Give Pleasure When They Are Not Pleased Themselves.

The Fountain Of Contentment Must Spring Up In The Mind.

I Am Not So Lost In Lexicography As To Forget That Words Are The Daughters Of Earth, And That Things Are The Sons Of Heaven.

I Do Not Know, Sir, That The Fellow Is An Infidel; But If He Be An Infidel, He Is An Infidel As A Dog Is An Infidel; That Is To Say, He Has Never Thought Upon The Subject.

Life Protracted Is Protracted Woe.