Man is the artificer of his own happiness.

A man who has to go to the village to get the news hasn't heard from himself in a long time.

Improve every opportunity to be melancholy.

Let Harlequin be taken with a fit of the colic, and his trappings will have to serve that mood too.

If we were always, indeed, getting our living, and regulating our lives according to the last and best mode we had learned, we should never be troubled with ennui.

There is no rule more invariable than that we are paid for our suspicions by finding what we suspect.

Most of the luxuries and many of the so-called comforts of life are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.