I entrench myself in my books equally against sorrow and the weather.

There is scarcely a single joy or sorrow within the experience of our fellow-creatures which we have not tasted; yet the belief, in the good and beautiful has never forsaken us. It has been medicine to us in sickness, richness in poverty, and the best part of all that ever delighted us in health and success.

One can love any man that is generous.

Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles.

There seems a life in hair, though it be dead.

Beauty too often sacrifices to fashion.

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.