Occupation is one great source of enjoyment. No man, properly occupied, was ever miserable.

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.

How often, in this cold and bitter world, is the warm heart thrown back upon itself! Cold, careless, are we of another's grief; we wrap ourselves in sullen selfishness.

Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth.

Few save the poor feel for the poor.

A woman's fame is the tomb of her happiness.

The truth is, we never make for others the allowance we make for ourselves; and we should deny even our own words, could we hear them spoken by another.