A human heart is a skein of such imperceptibly and subtly interwoven threads that even the owner of it is often himself at a loss how to unravel it.

All papas and mammas have exactly that sort of sight which distinguishes objects at a distance clearly, while they need spectacles to see those under their very noses.

Curses are like processions. They return to the place from which they came.

Trifling favors are readily acknowledged, though cheaply esteemed; but important ones are most rarely remembered.

The perception of the beautiful is gradual, and not a lightning revelation; it requires not only time, but some study.

The teacher is like the candle which lights others in consuming itself.

Selfishness, if but reasonably tempered with wisdom, is not such an evil trait.