Its body brevity, and wit its soul

There is no such thing as a worthless book though there are some far worse than worthless no book that is not worth preserving, if its existence may be tolerated as there may be some men whom it may be proper to hang, but none should be suffered to

I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged

In wonder all philosophy began, in wonder it ends, and admiration fill up the interspace but the first wonder is the offspring of ignorance, the last is the parent of adoration

Acquaintance many, and conquaintance few, But for inquaintance I know only two - The friend I've wept and the maid I woo