We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.
Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.
Pain is life - the sharper, the more evidence of life.
Nothing to me is more distasteful than that entire complacency and satisfaction which beam in the countenances of a new married couple; in that of the lady particularly; it tells you that her lot is disposed of in this world; that you can have no hopes for her.
How I like to be liked, and what I do to be liked!
The world meets nobody half way.