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.

A preface is a species of literary luxury, where an author, like a lover, is privileged to be egotistical.

A friend is never alarmed for us in the right place.

If there be any one habit which more than another is the dry rot of all that is high and generous in youth, it is the habit of ridicule.

Strange the affection which clings to inanimate objects - objects which cannot even know our love! But it is not return that constitutes the strength of an attachment.

A sealed book, at whose contents we tremble.

Few save the poor feel for the poor.