He who does not expect a million readers should not write a line.

Man errs, till he has ceased to strive.

The most fortunate of men, Be he a king or commoner, is he Whose welfare is assured in his own home.

Man can only endure a certain degree of unhappiness; what is beyond that either annihilates him or passes by him and leaves him apathetic

The rose is wont with pride to swell, and ever seeks to rise.

So, lively brisk old fellow, don't let age get you down. White hairs or not, you can still be a lover.

Wherever a man may happen to turn, whatever a man may undertake, he will always end up by returning to that path which nature has marked out for him.