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

It is with a company as it is with a punch, everything depends upon the ingredients of which it in composed.

We may learn from children how large a part of our grievances is imaginary. But the pain is just as real.

At the best, sarcasms, bitter irony, scathing wit, are a sort of swordplay of the mind. You pink your adversary, and he is forthwith dead; and then you deserve to be hung for it.

A failure establishes only this, that our determination to succeed was not strong enough.

Adhesion to one idea is monomania; to few, slavery.

Difficulties, by bracing the mind to overcome them, assist cheerfulness, as exercise assists digestion.