Every original idea is first ridiculed, then vigorously attacked, and finally taken for granted.
All wanting comes from need, therefore from lack, therefore from suffering.
Scoundrels are always sociable.
Gaiety alone, as it were, is the hard cash of happiness; everything else is just a promissory note.
It is only the hope of what is claimed that begets and nurishes the wish.
It is a curious fact that in bad days we can very vividly recall the good time that is now no more; but that in good days, we have only a very cold and imperfect memory of the bad.