Kindness is a language herd by deaf men and felt by blind men.

If we were meant to talk more than listen, we would have two mouths and one ear.

A friend is someone who stays in when the rest of the world has gone out.

Constellations have always been troublesome things to name. If you give one of them a fanciful name, it will always refuse to live up to it; it will always persist in not resembling the thing it has been named for.

Memories which someday will become all beautiful when the last annoyance that encumbers them shall have faded out of our minds.

It is a dear and lovely disposition, and a most valuable one, that can brush away indignities and discourtesies and seek and find the pleasanter features of an experience.

The gentle reader will never, never know what a consummate ass he can become until he goes abroad.