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

Jealousy ought to be tragic, to save it from being ridiculous.

habit is our idea of eternity.

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

Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art of social life.

Perhaps, from an innate desire of justification, sorrow always exaggerates itself. Memory is quite one of Job's friends; and the past is ever ready to throw its added darkness on the present.

That which is always within our reach, is always the last thing we take; and the chances are, that what we can do every day, we never do at all.