Strange! that what is enjoyed without pleasure cannot be discontinued without pain!

Who are those ever multiplying authors that with unparalleled fecundity are overstocking the world with their quick succeeding progeny? They are novel-writers.

Since trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs.

The world does not require so much to be informed as to be reminded.

nothing is more common than to mistake the sign for the thing itself; nor is any practice more frequent than that of endeavoring to acquire the exterior mark, without once thinking to labor after the interior grace.

We are apt to mistake our vocation by looking out of the way for occasions to exercise great and rare virtues, and by stepping over the ordinary ones that lie directly in the road before us.

Pleasure is by much the most laborious trade I know, especially for those who have not a vocation to it.