The heart contracts as the pocket expands.

Care, admitted as guest, quickly turns to be master.

To death we owe our life; the passing of one generation opens a way for another.

The trouble with men of sense is that they are so dreadfully in earnest all the while.

Motives are better than actions. Men drift into crime. Of evil they do more than they contemplate, and of good they contemplate more than they do.

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

Marriage, by making us more contented, causes us often to be less enterprising.