Alas! we give our own coloring to the actions of others.

Knowledge is much like dust - it sticks to one, one does not know how.

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

My heart is its own grave!

I have a respect for family pride. If it be a prejudice, it is a prejudice in its most picturesque shape. But I hold it is connected with some of the noblest feelings in our nature.

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

habit is our idea of eternity.