How beautiful, buoyant, and glad is morning! The first sunshine on the leaves: the first wind, laden with the first breath of the flowers—that deep sigh with which they seem to waken from sleep; the first dew, untouched even by the light foot of the early hare; the first chirping of the rousing birds, as if eager to begin song and flight; all is redolent of the strength given by rest, and the joy of conscious life.

We are ourselves our happiness.

Strange the affection which clings to inanimate objects - objects which cannot even know our love! But it is not return that constitutes the strength of an attachment.

To be rude is as good as being clever.

English people ... never speak, excepting in cases of fire or murder, unless they are introduced.

The rich know not how hard it is to be of needful rest and needful food debarred.

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