Reason dissipates the illusions of life, but does not console us for their departure.

He who would remain honest ought to keep away want.

alas! there is no casting anchor in the stream of time!

Tears fell from my eyes - yes, weak and foolish as it now appears to me, I wept for my departed youth; and for that beauty of which the faithful mirror too plainly assured me, no remnant existed.

Satire, like conscience, reminds us of what we often wish to forget.

... I never will allow myself to form an ideal of any person I desire to see, for disappointment never fails to ensue.

Happiness is a rare plant that seldom takes root on earth-few ever enjoyed it, except for a brief period; the search after it is rarely rewarded by the discovery, but there is an admirable substitute for it... a contented spirit.