Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.

When his first-born was put into his arms, he could see that the boy had inherited his own eyes, as they once were - large, brilliant, and black.

Poverty, for me, is synonymous with degradation.

Rapidly, merrily, Life's sunny hours flit by, Gratefully, cheerily Enjoy them as they fly!

It is a pity that doing one's best does not always answer.

As far as my experience of matrimony goes -- I think it tends to draw you out of, and away from yourself.

The man of regular life and rational mind never despairs.