Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

That which is always within our reach, is always the last thing we take; and the chances are, that what we can do every day, we never do at all.

It is curious how inseparable eating and kindness are with some people.

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.

Memory has many conveniences, and, among others, that of foreseeing things as they have afterwards happened.

The stars are so far, far away!

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.