Are not half our lives spent in reproaches for foregone actions, of the true nature and consequences of which we were wholly ignorant at the time?

Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins?

Truth is ever incoherent, and when the big hearts strike together, the concussion is a little stunning.

Many sensible things banished from high life find an asylum among the mob.

It is not for man to follow the trail of truth too far, since by so doing he entirely loses the directing compass of his mind.

Ah, happiness courts the light so we deem the world is gay. But misery hides aloof so we deem that misery there is none.

The shadows of things are greater than themselves; and the more exaggerated the shadow, the more unlike the substance.