There are some kinds of men who cannot pass their time alone; they are the flails of occupied people.(Bonald, M.} There are few wild beasts more to be dreaded than a communicative man having nothing to communicate.

A profusion of fancies and quotations is out of place in a love-letter. True feeling is always direct, and never deviates into by-ways to cull flowers of rhetoric.

The lively and mercurial are as open books, with the leaves turned down at the notable passages. Their souls sit at the windows of their eyes, seeing and to be seen.

Next to being witty, the best thing is being able to quote another's wit.

In the assurance of strength there is strength; and they are the weakest, however strong, who have no faith in themselves or their powers.

Even when we fancy we have grown wiser, it is only, it may be, that new prejudices have displaced old ones.

Contentment is not happiness. An oyster may be contented. Happiness is compounded of richer elements.