In our road through life we may happen to meet with a man casting a stone reverentially to enlarge the cairn of another which stone he has carried in his bosom to sling against that very other's head.

Few save the poor feel for the poor.

marriage is like money - seem to want it, and you never get it.

Are we not like the actor of old times, who wore his mask so long his face took its likeness?

There are words to paint the misery of love, but none to paint its happiness.

Surprises are like misfortunes or herrings - they rarely come single.

habit is our idea of eternity.