Suicide and antipathy to fires in a bedroom seem to be among the national characteristics. Perhaps the same moral cause may originate both.

Strange mystery of our nature, that those in whom genius develops itself in imagination, thus taking its most ethereal form, should yet be the most dependent on the opinions of others!

There is a large stock on hand; but somehow or other, nobody's experience ever suits us but our own.

In our road through life we may happen to meet with a man casting a stone reverentially to enlarge the cairn of another which stone he has carried in his bosom to sling against that very other's head.

The fearless make their own way.

The very effort to forget teaches us to remember.

Hopes and regrets are the sweetest links of existence.