Affliction, like the iron-smith, shapes as it smites.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

Tis but a short journey across the isthmus of Now.

A sound discretion is not so much indicated by never making a mistake as by never repeating it.

Tranquil pleasures last the longest; we are not fitted to bear the burden of great joys.

There is great beauty in going through life without anxiety or fear. Half our fears are baseless, and the other half discreditable.

There is no tyrant like custom, and no freedom where its edicts are not resisted.