Imparting Knowledge Is Only Lighting Other Men's

It Is Not Designed That The Road Should Be Made Too Smooth For Us Here Upon Earth.

We All Know That A Lie Needs No Other Grounds, Than The Invention Of The Liar; And To Take For Granted As Truth, All That Is Alleged Against The Fame Of Others, Is A Species Of Credulity, That Men Would Blush At On Any Other Subject.

Love Is Full Of Imagination.

Happiness Is A Sunbeam Which May Pass Through A Thousand Bosoms Without Losing A Particle Of Its Original Ray; Nay, When It Strikes On A Kindred Heart, Like The Converged Light On A Mirror, It Reflects Itself With Redoubled Brightness. It Is Not Perfected Till It Is Shared.

Our Griefs, As Well As Our Joys, Owe Their Strongest Colors To Our Imaginations. There Is Nothing So Grievous To Be Borne That Pondering Upon It Will Not Make It Heavier; And There Is No Pleasure So Vivid That The Animation Of Fancy Cannot Liven It.