How like a railway tunnel is the poor man's life, with the light of childhood at one end, the intermediate gloom, and only the glimmer of a future life at the other extremity!

It is with charity as with money--the more we stand in need of it, the less we have to give away.

Adhesion to one idea is monomania; to few, slavery.

Melancholy sees the worst of things...[rather than the best]

Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.

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.

The worst deluded are the self-deluded.