Social life is filled with doubts and vain aspirings; solitude, when the imagination is dethroned, is turned to weariness and ennui.

Perhaps, from an innate desire of justification, sorrow always exaggerates itself. Memory is quite one of Job's friends; and the past is ever ready to throw its added darkness on the present.

Business before pleasure.

That which is always within our reach, is always the last thing we take; and the chances are, that what we can do every day, we never do at all.

it is a curious fact, but one which all experience owns, that people do not desire so much to appear better, as to appear different from what they really are.

The fearless make their own way.

Consistency is a human word, but it certainly expresses nothing human.