Assuredly, meeting after absence, is one of - ah, no! - it is life's most delicious feeling.

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.

We are ourselves the stumbling-blocks in the way of our happiness. Place a common individual - by common, I mean with the common share of stupidity, custom, and discontent - place him in the garden of Eden, and he would not find it out unless he were told, and when told, he would not believe it.

the fact is, that life is too short to be occupied by aught but the present - hope and remembrance are equally a waste of time.

There is no existence so content as that whose present is engrossed by employment, and whose future is filled by some strong hope, the truth of which is never proved. Toil and illusion are the only secrets to make life tolerable.

It is curious how inseparable eating and kindness are with some people.

The stars are so far, far away!