We are rarely wrong when we act from impulse.
Suicide and antipathy to fires in a bedroom seem to be among the national characteristics. Perhaps the same moral cause may originate both.
Conscience, like a child, is soon lulled to sleep.
Surprises are like misfortunes or herrings - they rarely come single.
I do not think that life has a suspense more sickening than that of expecting a letter which does not come.
Memory has many conveniences, and, among others, that of foreseeing things as they have afterwards happened.