The world is a play that would not be worth seeing if we knew the plot.
We do not mind our not arriving anywhere nearly so much as our not having any company on the way.
Women singly do a good deal of harm. Women in bulk are chastening.
Cast your cares on God; that anchor holds.
Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible.
There ought to be some sign in a book about man, that the writer knows thoroughly one man at least.