Sneering springs out of the wish to deny; and wretched must that state of mind be that wishes to take refuge in doubt.

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.

Habit is a second nature, and what was at first pleasure, is next necessity.

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.

the fact is, that life is too short to be occupied by aught but the present - hope and remembrance are equally a waste of time.

All profound truths startle you in the first announcement.

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.