Books are embalmed minds.
Kindred weaknesses induce friendships as often as kindred virtues.
Nature has provided for the exigency of privation, by putting the measure of our necessities far below the measure of our wants. Our necessities are to our wants as Falstaff's pennyworth of bread to his any quantity of sack.
The worst deluded are the self-deluded.
The past is the sepulchre of our dead emotions.
Sensitiveness is closely allied to egotism; and excessive sensibility is only another name for morbid self-consciousness. The cure for tender sensibilities is to make more of our objects and less of our selves.