I wish that all those, who on this night are not merry enough to speak before they think, may ever after be grave enough to think before they speak!

Vanity often produces unreasonable alarm.

Virtue and taste are nearly the same, for virtue is little more than active taste, and the most delicate affections of each combine in real love.

Employment is the surest antidote to sorrow.

But no matter for that, you can be tolerably happy, perhaps, notwithstanding; but as for guessing how happy I am, or knowing anything about the matter,--- O! its quite beyond what you can understand.

Poverty cannot deprive us of many consolations. It cannot rob us of the affection we have for each other, or degrade us in our own opinion, of in that of any person, whose opinion we ought to value.

I wish that all those, who on this night are not merry enough to speak before they think, may ever after be grave enough to think before they speak!