A large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life, by him who interests his heart in everything.

I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry, 'Tis all barren--and so it is; and so is all the world to him who will not cultivate the fruits it offers.

The sad vicissitude of things.

Only the brave know how to forgive... a coward never forgave; it is not in his nature.

To write a book is for all the world like humming a song—be but in tune with yourself, madam, 'tis no matter how high or how low you take it.

I have so great a contempt and detestation for meanness, that I could sooner make a friend of one who had committed murder, than of a person who could be capable, in any instance, of the former vice. Under meanness, I comprehend dishonesty; under dishonesty, ingratitude; under ingratitude, irreligion; and under this latter, every species of vice and immorality in human nature.

A man who values a good night's rest will not lie down with enmity in his heart, if he can help it.