What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.

Such has often been my apathy, when objects long sought, and earnestly desired, were placed within my reach.

Nobody will use other people's experience, nor have any of his own till it is too late to use it.

It is my opinion that a man's soul may be buried and perish under a dung-heap, or in a furrow field, just as well as under a pile of money.

Would Time but await the close of our favorite follies, we should all be young men, all of us, and until Doom's Day.

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!

Mankind are earthen jugs with spirits in them.