How beautiful, how buoyant, and glad is morning!

Occupation is one great source of enjoyment. No man, properly occupied, was ever miserable.

Surprises are like misfortunes or herrings - they rarely come single.

How often, in this cold and bitter world, is the warm heart thrown back upon itself! Cold, careless, are we of another's grief; we wrap ourselves in sullen selfishness.

We might have been - these are but common words, and yet they make the sum of life's bewailing.

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

Few save the poor feel for the poor.