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.

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

Whatever people in general do not understand, they are al ways prepared to dislike; the incomprehensible is always the obnoxious.

Jealousy ought to be tragic, to save it from being ridiculous.

no hour arrives so soon as the one we dread.

Youth is a season that has no repose.

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