We often call a certainty a hope, to bring it luck.

Talk about the joys of the unexpected, can they compare with the joys of the expected, of finding everything delightfully and completely what you knew it was going to be?

Temptations make one very censorious. If you are virtuous you condemn the wicked and if you are wicked, you condemn the virtuous.

Are there any punishments in life but our joys turned against us?

Friendship is a difficult, dangerous job. It is also (though we rarely admit it) extremely exhausting.

Seeing through is rarely seeing into.

It is sometimes the man who opens the door who is the last to enter the room.