Liberty, like chastity, once lost, can never be regained in its original purity.
The morning paper is just as necessary for an American as dew is to the grass.
If you ever find happiness by hunting for it, you will find it, as the old woman did her lost spectacles, safe on her own nose all the time.
Faith is the soul riding at anchor.
We mingle in society not so much to meet others as to escape ourselves.
The unfortunate do not pity the unfortunate.