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

Truly, a little love-making is a very pleasant thing.

There is no wretchedness like self-reproach.

though fortune's wheel is generally on the turn, sometimes when it gets into the mud, it sticks there.

There is no existence so content as that whose present is engrossed by employment, and whose future is filled by some strong hope, the truth of which is never proved. Toil and illusion are the only secrets to make life tolerable.

All profound truths startle you in the first announcement.

Childhood, whose very happiness is love.