It is said that ridicule is the test of truth: it is never applied, but when we wish to deceive ourselves.

To enjoy yourself is the easy method to give enjoyment to others.

Truly, a little love-making is a very pleasant thing.

There is no existence so content as that whose present is engrossed by employment, and whose future is filled by some strong hope, the truth of which is never proved. Toil and illusion are the only secrets to make life tolerable.

If there be any one habit which more than another is the dry rot of all that is high and generous in youth, it is the habit of ridicule.

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.

Perhaps, from an innate desire of justification, sorrow always exaggerates itself. Memory is quite one of Job's friends; and the past is ever ready to throw its added darkness on the present.