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.

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

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.

The light in the world comes principally from two sources,-the sun, and the student's lamp.

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

The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.