Humor distorts nothing, and only false gods are laughed off their earthly pedestals.
Miserliness is the one vice that grows stronger with increasing years. It yields its sordid pleasures to the end.
Humor hardens the heart, at least to the point of sanity.
The English possess too many agreeable traits to permit them to be as much disliked as they think and hope they are.
Love is a malady, the common symptoms of which are the same in all patients.
Discussion without asperity, sympathy with fusion, gayety unracked by too abundant jests, mental ease in approaching one another; these are the things which give a pleasant smoothness to the rough edge of life.