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.

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

Conversation is the legs on which thought walks; and writing, the wings by which it flies.

Bores: People who talk of themselves, when you are thinking only of yourself.

Calumny is the offspring of Envy.

Those can most easily dispense with society who are the most calculated to adorn it; they only are dependent on it who possess no mental resources, for though they bring nothing to the general mart, like beggars, they are too poor to stay at home.

A poor man defended himself when charged with stealing food to appease the cravings of hunger, saying, the cries of the stomach silenced those of the conscience.