The greater part of humanity is too much harassed and fatigued by the struggle with want, to rally itself for a new and sterner struggle with error.
A deep meaning often lies in old customs.
The jest loses its point when he who makes it is the first to laugh.
Sorrow is brief but joy is endless
Many a smiling face hides a mourning heart; but grief alone teaches us what we are.
Futurity is impregnable to mortal ken: no prayer pierces through heaven's adamantine walls. Whether the birds fly right or left, whatever be the aspect of the stars, the book of nature is a maze, dreams are a lie, and every sign a falsehood.