There are many kinds of smiles, each having a distinct character. Some announce goodness and sweetness, others betray sarcasm, bitterness and pride; some soften the countenance by their languishing tenderness, others brighten by their spiritual vivacity.

Where there is much pretension, much has been borrowed; nature never pretends.

The proportion of genius to the vulgar is like one to a million.

He scatters enjoyment who can enjoy much.

You may depend upon it that he is a good man whose intimate friends are all good, and whose enemies are decidedly bad.

Superstition always inspires littleness, religion grandeur of mind; the superstitious raises beings inferior to himself to deities.

Him, who incessantly laughs in the street, you may commonly hear grumbling in his closet.