doubts, like facts, are stubborn things.

There is a large stock on hand; but somehow or other, nobody's experience ever suits us but our own.

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.

Suicide and antipathy to fires in a bedroom seem to be among the national characteristics. Perhaps the same moral cause may originate both.

Travel is as much a passion as ambition or love.

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.

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