My Friend is that one whom I can associate with my choicest thought.

Why level downward to our dullest perception always, and praise that as common sense? The commonest sense is the sense of men asleep, which they express by snoring.

The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poor-house. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace.

Life in us is like the water in a river.

It is said that a rogue does not look you in the face, neither does an honest man look at you as if he had his reputation to establish.

The man who is dissatisfied with himself, what can he do?

We are double-edged blades, and every time we whet our virtue the return stroke strops our vice.