“For it would have been better that man should have been born dumb, nay, void of all reason, rather than that he should employ the gifts of Providence to the destruction of his neighbor.”

To my mind the boy who gives least promise is one in whom the critical faculty develops in advance of the imagination.

It is worth while too to warn the teacher that undue severity in correcting faults is liable at times to discourage a boy’s mind from effort.

Usage is the best language teacher.

A Woman who is generous with her money is to be praised; not so, if she is generous with her person.

Suffering itself does less afflict the senses than the apprehension of suffering.

By writing quickly we are not brought to write well, but by writing well we are brought to write quickly.

Although virtue receives some of its excellencies from nature, yet it is perfected by education.

The pretended admission of a fault on our part creates an excellent impression.

A liar ought to have a good memory.

Verse satire indeed is entirely our own.

It is easier to do many things than to do one thing continuously for a long time.

Nature herself has never attempted to effect great changes rapidly.

For the mind is all the easier to teach before it is set.

That which offends the ear will not easily gain admission to the mind.

In a crowd, on a journey, at a banquet even, a line of thought can itself provide its own seclusion.

It is the nurse that the child first hears, and her words that he will first attempt to imitate.

These scars bear witness but whether to repair or to destruction I no longer know.

Nature allows Destruction nor collapse of aught, until Some outward force may shatter by a blow, Or inward craft, entering its hollow cells, Dissolve it down.

This will make the transition happen with less death and destruction.

A society composed of none but the wicked could not exist; it contains within itself the seeds of its own destruction, and without a flood, would be swept away from the earth by the deluge of its own iniquity.

Atheism is a system which can communicate neither warmth nor illumination, except from those fagots which your mistaken zeal has lighted up for its destruction.

The Ego’s job is to kill everything but itself.

The road of denial leads to the precipice of destruction.

I come from the Town of Stupidity; it lieth about four degrees beyond the City of Destruction.