ingratitude is the necessary consequence of receiving favors of which we are ashamed.

We are rarely wrong when we act from impulse.

I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love.

Good taste is his religion, his morality, his standard, and his test.

There is no denying that there are 'royal roads' through existence for the upper classes; for them, at least, the highways are macadamized, swept, and watered.

No thoroughly occupied man was ever yet very miserable.[to feel unhappy you need the time to consider how your lot could be better]

Affection exaggerates its own offenses.