History is indeed little more than the register of the crimes, follies, and misfortunes of mankind. |
History is little more than the register of the crimes, follies, and misfortunes of mankind |
Hope, the best comfort of our imperfect condition. |
Hope, the best comfort of our imperfect condition. |
I am indeed rich, since my income is superior to my expenses, and my expense is equal to my wishes. |
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know no way of judging of the future but by the past. |
I never make the mistake of arguing with people for whose opinions I have no respect. |
I sighed as a lover, I obeyed as a son. |
I understand by this passion the union of desire, friendship, and tenderness, which is inflamed by a single female, which prefers her to the rest of her sex, and which seeks her possession as the supreme or the sole happiness of our being. |
I was never less alone than when by myself |
In every deed of mischief he [Comenus] had a heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute. |
In the second century of the Christian era, the empire of Rome comprehended the fairest part of the earth, and the most civilized portion of mankind |
It has always been my practice to cast a long paragraph in a single mould, to try it by my ear, to deposit it in my memory, but to suspend the action of the pen till I had given the last polish to my work. |
It has been calculated by the ablest politicians that no State, without becoming soon exhausted, can maintain above the hundredth part of its members in arms and idleness. |
Let us read with method, and propose to ourselves an end to which our studies may point. The use of reading is to aid us in thinking. |