It is curious how inseparable eating and kindness are with some people.
Consistency is a human word, but it certainly expresses nothing human.
Fame is bought by happiness.
A preface is a species of literary luxury, where an author, like a lover, is privileged to be egotistical.
Hopes and regrets are the sweetest links of existence.
What is life? A gulf of troubled waters, where the soul, like a vexed bark, is tossed upon the waves of pain and pleasure by the wavering breath of passions.