When I play with my cat, who knows whether she is not amusing herself with me more than I with her.

Difficulty is a coin the learned make use of like jugglers, to conceal the inanity of their art.

We only labor to stuff the memory, and leave the conscience and the understanding unfurnished and void.

Whether the events in our life are good or bad, greatly depends on the way we perceive them.

If ordinary people complain that I speak too much of myself, I complain that they do not even think of themselves.

We find our energies are actually cramped when we are overanxious to succeed.

How often, being moved under a false cause, if the person offending makes a good defense and presents us with a just excuse, are we angry against truth and innocence itself?