We have first raised a dust and then complain we cannot see.
Truth is the cry of all, but the game of few.
He who says there is no such thing as an honest man, you may be sure is himself a knave.
A mind at liberty to reflect on its own observations, if it produce nothing useful to the world, seldom fails of entertainment to itself.
So long as I confine my thoughts to my own ideas divested of words, I do not see how I can be easily mistaken.