The cure for tender sensibilities is to make more of our objects and less of our selves.

What is taken from the fortune, also, may haply be so much lifted from the soul. The greatness of a loss, as the proverb suggests, is determinable, not so much by what we have lost, as by what we have left.

The loss of a beloved connection awakens an interest in Heaven before unfelt.

Repose without stagnation is the state most favorable to happiness. "The great felicity of life," says Seneca, "is to be without perturbations.

Few minds wear out; more rust out.

Something of a person's character may be observed by how they smile. Some never smile they only grin.

Hard workers are usually honest; industry lifts them above temptation.