There is no wretchedness like self-reproach.

How very satisfactory those discussions must be, where each party retains their own opinion!

habit is our idea of eternity.

A preface is a species of literary luxury, where an author, like a lover, is privileged to be egotistical.

The old proverb, applied to fire and water, may with equal truth be applied to the imagination - it is a good servant, but a bad master.

How beautiful, buoyant, and glad is morning! The first sunshine on the leaves: the first wind, laden with the first breath of the flowers—that deep sigh with which they seem to waken from sleep; the first dew, untouched even by the light foot of the early hare; the first chirping of the rousing birds, as if eager to begin song and flight; all is redolent of the strength given by rest, and the joy of conscious life.

Confidence is its own security.