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

Oh, only those whose souls have felt this one idolatry can tell how precious is the slightest thing affection gives and hallows.

anybody's applause is better than nobody's.

Knowledge is much like dust - it sticks to one, one does not know how.

How disappointment tracks the steps of hope.

Nothing more strongly marks the insufficiency of luxuries than the ease with which people grow accustomed to them; they are rather known by their want than by their presence. The word 'blasé' has been coined expressly for the use of the upper classes.

When does the mind put forth its powers? when are the stores of memory unlocked? when does wit 'flash from fluent lips?' -- when but after a good dinner? Who will deny its influence on the affections? Half our friends are born of turbots and truffles.