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

Mediocrity is beneath a brave soul.

Superstition is only the fear of belief, while religion is the confidence.

Modern historians are all would-be philosophers; who, instead of relating facts as they occurred, give us their version, or rather perversions of them, always colored by their political prejudices, or distorted to establish some theory . . .

Yes, the meeting of dear friends atones for the regret of separation; and like it so much enhances affection, that after absence one wonders how one has been able to stay away from them so long.

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

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.