There is no wretchedness like self-reproach.

the blessings of matrimony, like those of poverty, belong rather to philosophy than reality.

marriage is like money - seem to want it, and you never get it.

In sad truth, half our forebodings of our neighbors are but our own wishes, which we are ashamed to utter in any other form.

Travel is as much a passion as ambition or love.

What is life? A gulf of troubled waters, where the soul, like a vexed bark, is tossed upon the waves of pain and pleasure by the wavering breath of passions.

of all the follies that we can commit, the greatest is to hesitate.