The loss of a much-prized treasure is only half felt when we have not regarded its tenure as secure.

It is related of an Englishman that he hanged himself to avoid the daily task of dressing and undressing.

Men in a state of nature, uncivilized nations, children, have a great fondness for colors in their utmost brightness, and especially for yellow-red.

Every bird has its decoy, and every man is led and misled in his own peculiar way.

The little man is still a man.

Hope is the second soul of the unhappy.

Error is acceptable as long as we are young; but one must not drag it along into old age.