there is nothing so easy as to be wise for others; a species of prodigality, by-the-by - for such wisdom is wholly wasted.

The rich know not how hard it is to be of needful rest and needful food debarred.

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.

In sad truth, half our forebodings of our neighbors are but our own wishes, which we are ashamed to utter in any other form.

To this hour, the great science and duty of politics is lowered by the petty leaven of small and personal advantage.

All sweeping assertions are erroneous.

A woman's fame is the tomb of her happiness.