It is indolence... Indolence and love of ease; a want of all laudable ambition, of taste for good company, or of inclination to take the trouble of being agreeable, which make men clergymen. A clergyman has nothing to do but be slovenly and selfish; read the newspaper, watch the weather, and quarrel with his wife. His curate does all the work and the business of his own life is to dine.

Money can only give happiness where there is nothing else to give it.

..that sanguine expectation of happiness which is happiness itself

But if I were you, I would stand by the nephew. He has more to give.

This is an evening of wonders, indeed!

A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of.

It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us.