Superstition is but the fear of belief.

To amend mankind, moralists should show them man, not as he is, but as he ought to be.

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.

Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves.

Pleasure is like a cordial - a little of it is not injurious, but too much destroys.

Spring is the season of hope, and autumn is that of memory.

Love and enthusiasm are always ridiculous, when not reciprocated by their objects.