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!

Partial culture runs to the ornate, extreme culture to simplicity.

Successful love takes a load off our hearts, and puts it upon our shoulders.

Fortune, like a coy mistress, loves to yield her favors, though she makes us wrest them from her.

Loss of sincerity is loss of vital power.

The life even of a just man is a round of petty frauds; that of a knave a series of greater. We degrade life by our follies and vices, and then complain that the unhappiness which is only their accompaniment is inherent in the constitution of things.

Alas, the transports beauty can inspire!