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

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

he who seeks pleasure with reference to himself, not others, will ever find that pleasure is only another name for discontent.

One of the greatest of all mental pleasures is to have our thoughts often divined: ever entered into with sympathy.

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.

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.

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.