Hopes and regrets are the sweetest links of existence.

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

In our road through life we may happen to meet with a man casting a stone reverentially to enlarge the cairn of another which stone he has carried in his bosom to sling against that very other's head.

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.

It is amazing how much a thought expands and refines by being put into speech: I should think it could hardly know itself.

To be rude is as good as being clever.

... true love is like religion, it hath its silence and its sanctity.