Virtue Is Too Often Merely Local.

Most Minds Are The Slaves Of External Circumstances, And Conform To Any Hand That Undertakes To Mould Them.

I Am Not Yet So Lost In Lexicography, As To Forget That Words Are The Daughters Of The Earth, And That Things Are The Sons Of Heaven. Language Is Only The Instrument Of Science, And Words Are But The Signs Of Ideas: I Wish, However, That The Instrument Might Be Less Apt To Decay, And That Signs Might Be Permanent, Like The Things Which They Denote.

The Fountain Of Contentment Must Spring Up In The Mind.

Quotation Is The Highest Compliment You Can Pay An Author.

The True Effect Of Genuine Politeness Seems To Be Rather Ease Than Pleasure.