Credulity Is The Sister Of

You Must Not Sneeze. If You Have A Vehement Cold You Must Take No Notice Of It; If Your Nose Membranes Feel A Great Irritation You Must Hold Your Breath; If A Sneeze Still Insists Upon Making Its Way You Must Oppose It Keeping Your Teeth Grinding Together; If The Violence Of The Pulse Breaks Some Blood-vessel You Must Break The Blood-vessel -- But Not Sneeze.

To Save The Mind From Preying Inwardly Upon Itself, It Must Be Encouraged To Some Outward Pursuit. There Is No Other Way To Elude Apathy, Or Escape Discontent; None Other To Guard The Temper From That Quarrel With Itself, Which Ultimately Ends In Quarreling With All Mankind.

The Laws Of Custom Make Our [returning A Visit] Necessary. O How I Hate This Vile Custom Which Obliges Us To Make Slaves Of Ourselves! To Sell The Most Precious Property We Boast, Our Time;--and To Sacrifice It To Every Prattling Impertinent Who Chooses To Demand It!

I Love And Honour [paulus Aemilius, In Plutarch's Lives], For His Fondness For His Children, Which Instead Of Blushing At, He Avows And Glories In: And That At An Age, When Almost All The Heros And Great Men Thought That To Make Their Children And Family A Secondary Concern, Was The First Proof Of Their Superiority And Greatness Of Soul.

When Young People Are Too Rigidly Sequestered From [the World], Their Lively And Romantic Imaginations Paint It To Them As A Paradise Of Which They Have Been Beguiled; But When They Are Shown It Properly, And In Due Time, They See It Such As It Really Is, Equally Shared By Pain And Pleasure, Hope And Disappointment.