A life of pleasure makes even the strongest mind frivolous at last.

We must remember how apt man is to extremes--rushing from credulity and weakness to suspicion and distrust.

The curse of the great is ennui.

I did not fall into love - I rose into love.

Ask any school-boy up to the age of fifteen where he would spend his holidays. Not one in five hundred will say, "In the streets of London," if you give him the option of green fields and running waters. It is, then, a fair presumption that there must be something of the child still in the character of the men or the women whom the country charms in maturer as in dawning life.

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.

What ever our wandering our happiness will always be found within a narrow compass, and in the middle of the objects more immediately within our reach.