A woman springs a sudden reproach upon you which provokes a hot retort, and then she will presently ask you to apologize.

There are too many stars in some places and not enough in others.

Conscience, man's moral medicine chest.

It is a time when one’s spirit is subdued and sad, one knows not why; when the past seems a storm-swept desolation, life a vanity and a burden, and the future but a way to death. It is a time when one is filled with vague longings; when one dreams of flight to peaceful islands in the remote solitudes of the sea, or folds his hands and says, What is the use of struggling, and toiling and worrying any more? let us give it all up.

Never refuse to do a kindness unless the act would work great injury to yourself, and never refuse to take a drink - under any circumstances.

You perceive I generalize with intrepidity from single instances. It is the tourist's custom.

We are all beggars, each in his own way.