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

I see little alteration at Lyons since I formerly passed through it. Its manufactories are, nevertheless, flourishing, though less improvement than could be expected is visible in the external aspect of the place.

Life would be as insupportable without the prospect of death, as it would be without sleep.

Those who are formed to win general admiration are seldom calculated to bestow individual happiness.

Sure there's different roads from this to Dungarvan* - some thinks one road pleasanter, and some think another; wouldn't it be mighty foolish to quarrel for this? - and sure isn't it twice worse to thry to interfere with people for choosing the road they like best to heaven?

We never respect those who amuse us, however we may smile at their comic powers

Only vain people wage war against the vanity of others.