We are scarcely apt to berate the source of enjoyment.

It would be curious to know what leads a man to become a stationer rather than a baker, when he is no longer compelled, as among the Egyptians, to succeed to his father's craft.

From the manner in which a woman draws her thread at every stitch of her needlework, any other woman can surmise her thoughts.

Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other.

Man can start with aversion and end with love, but if he begins with love and comes round to aversion he will never get back to love.

Now literary success can only be won in solitude by persevering labor.

But reason always cuts a poor figure beside sentiment; the one being essentially restricted, like everything that is positive, while the other is infinite.