Not to find pleasure in serious reading gives a pastel coloring to the mind.

. . . it seldom happens, I think, that a man has the civility to die when all the world wishes it.

I know of no sorrow greater than that occasioned by a delay of the post.

If you are not feeling well, if you have not slept, chocolate will revive you. But you have no chocolate! I think of that again and again! My dear, how will you ever manage?

It is not always sorrow that opens the fountains of the eyes.

It is day by day that we go forward; today we are as we were yesterday and tomorrow we shall be like ourselves today. So we go on without being aware of it, and this is one of the miracles of Providence that I so love.

I dislike clocks with second-hands; they cut up life into too small pieces.