The sweetest joys of life grow in the very jaws of its perils.

It is well known, that the best productions of the best human intellects, are generally regarded by those intellects as mere immature freshman exercises, wholly worthless in themselves, except as initiatives for entering the great University of God after death.

Bachelors alone can travel freely, and without any twinges of their consciences touching desertion of the fire-side.

The dinner-hour is the summer of the day: full of sunshine, I grant; but not like the mellow autumn of supper.

And what is it, thought I, after all! It’s only his outside; a man can be honest in any sort of skin.

Poor fish of Rodondo! in your victimized confidence, you are of the number of those who inconsiderately trust, while they do not understand, human nature.

There never was a great man yet who spent all his life inland.