Wherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these.

Many writers lay very great stress upon some definite moral purpose, at which they profess to aim their works.

Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.

It is very singular how the fact of a man's death often seems to give people a truer idea of his character, whether for good or evil, than they have ever possessed while he was living and acting among them.

Man is a wretch without woman; but woman is a monster-and thank Heaven, an almost impossible and hitherto imaginary monster--without man, as her acknowledged principal!

Depending upon one another's hearts, ye had still hoped that virtue were not all a dream. Now are ye undeceived. Evil is the nature of mankind.

Of all the events which constitute a person's biography, there is scarcely one ... to which the world so easily reconciles itself as to his death.