Those undeserved joys which come uncalled and make us more pleased than grateful are they that sing.

In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to society.

Don't be too moral. You may cheat yourself out of much life so.

It is after we get home that we really go over the mountain, if ever.

There can be no very black melancholy to him who lives in the midst of Nature and has his senses still.

A friend is one who incessantly pays us the compliment of expecting from us all the virtues, and who can appreciate them in us. The friend asks no return but that his friend will religiously accept and wear and not disgrace his apotheosis of him. They cherish each other's hopes. They are kind to each other's dreams.

The doctors are all agreed that I am suffering for want of society. Was never a case like it. First, I did not know that I was suffering at all. Secondly, as an Irishman might say, I had thought it was indigestion of the society I got.