There Is Delight In Singing, Though None

The Foundation Of Domestic Happiness Is Faith In The Virtue Of Woman.

Happiness, Like Air And Water, The Other Two Great Requisites Of Life, Is Composite. One Kind Of It Suits One Man, Another Kind Another. The Elevated Mind Takes In And Breathes Out Again That Which Would Be Uncongenial To The Baser; And The Baser Draws Life And Enjoyment From That Which Would Be Putridity To The Loftier.

We Cannot Be Contented Because We Are Happy, And We Cannot Be Happy Because We Are Contented.

Even The Weakest Disputant Is Made So Conceited By What He Calls Religion, As To Think Himself Wiser Than The Wisest Who Thinks Differently From Him.

If There Were No Falsehood In The World, There Would Be No Doubt, If There Were No Doubt, There Would Be No Inquiry; If No Inquiry, No Wisdom, No Knowledge, No Genius; And Fancy Herself Would Lie Muffled Up In Her Robe, Inactive, Pale, And Bloated.