Repentance is a one-faced Janus, ever looking to the past.

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.

There is no wretchedness like self-reproach.

I have a respect for family pride. If it be a prejudice, it is a prejudice in its most picturesque shape. But I hold it is connected with some of the noblest feelings in our nature.

All sweeping assertions are erroneous.

he who seeks pleasure with reference to himself, not others, will ever find that pleasure is only another name for discontent.

Truly, a little love-making is a very pleasant thing.