The lover and the physician are each popular from the same cause - we talk to them of nothing but ourselves.

Conscience, like a child, is soon lulled to sleep.

To be rude is as good as being clever.

I cannot love evergreens - they are the misanthropes of nature. To them the spring brings no promise, the autumn no decline; they are cut off from the sweetest of all ties with their kind - sympathy. ... I will have no evergreens in my garden; when the inevitable winter comes, every beloved plant and favorite tree shall drop together - no solitary fir left to triumph over the companionship of decay.

to the many, witticisms not only require to be explained, like riddles, but are also like new shoes, which people require to wear many times before they get accustomed to them.

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

Hopes and regrets are the sweetest links of existence.