In all troublous events we may find comfort, though it be only in the negative admission that things might have been worse.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

This world is run with far too tight a rein for luck to interfere. Fortune sells her wares; she never gives them. In some form or other, we pay for her favors; or we go empty away.

move not in your anger; it is like putting to sea in a tempest.

when we leave society and come into the presence of Nature, we become children again; and the fictions of thought and action assumed among men drop off like a garment.

When a man has calamity upon calamity the world generally concludes that he must be a very wicked man to deserve them. Perhaps the world is right; but it is also just possible that the world ... may be wrong.

We generally get the evil we expect.