I think cheerfulness is a fortune in itself.
Plainness has its peculiar temptations and vices quite as much as beauty.
I carry my unwritten poems in cipher on my face!
The human soul is hospitable, and will entertain conflicting sentiments and contradictory opinions with much impartiality.
We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.
Self-consciousness of the manner is the expensive substitute for simplicity.