The rays that come to me are but faint cross lights, mazing the obscurity wherein I live.

And after all, excellent as it is, I can be no gainer by this book.

For the more we learn, the more we unlearn; we accumulate not, but substitute; and take away, more than we add.

We dwindle while we grow; we sally out for wisdom, and retreat beyond the point whence we started; we essay the Fondiza, and get but the Phe.

Of all simpletons, the simplest! Oh! that I were another sort of fool than I am, that I might restore my good opinion of myself.