Hail, ye small, sweet courtesies of life! for smooth do ye make the road of it. - Laurence Sterne

I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me; had they duly consider'd how much depended upon what they were then doing;

The desire of knowledge, like the thirst of riches, increases ever with the acquisition of it.

Sweet pliability of man’s spirit, that can at once surrender itself to illusions, which cheat expectation and sorrow of their weary moments!