Excessive sensibility is only another name for morbid self-consciousness.
Discretion is the salt, and fancy the sugar of life; the one preserves, the other sweetens it.
The worth of a book is a matter of expressed juices.
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 heart contracts as the pocket expands.
To cultivate a garden is to walk with God.