Malice blunts the point of wit.

Wishes, at least, are the easy pleasures of the poor.

A man, so to speak, who is not able to bow to his own conscience every morning is hardly in a condition to respectfully salute the world at any other time of the day.

Love the sea? I dote upon it--from the beach.

Nature designed us to be of good cheer.

Fix yourself upon the wealthy. In a word, take this for a golden rule through life: Never, never have a friend that is poorer than yourself.

The language of women should be luminous, but not voluminous.