Patience and gentleness is power.
Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles.
Bread, milk and butter are of venerable antiquity. They taste of the morning of the world.
Did you ever observe that immoderate laughter always ends in a sigh?
I loved my friend for his gentleness, his candor, his good repute, his freedom even from my own livelier manner, his calm and reasonable kindness. It was not any particular talent that attracted me to him, or i anything striking whatsoever. I should say in one word, it was his goodness.
Mirth itself is too often but melancholy in disguise.