I hate the word 'ought' - it always implies something dull, cold, and commonplace. The 'ought nots' of life are its pleasantest things.

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

Nothing is so fortunate for mankind as its diversity of opinion.

Farewell's a bitter word to say.

Repentance is a one-faced Janus, ever looking to the past.

Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth.

in came ... a baby, eloquent as infancy usually is, and like most youthful orators, more easily heard than understood.