Those with whom we can apparently become well acquainted in a few moments are generally the most difficult to rightly know and to understand.

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.

Sunlight is like the breath of life to the pomp of autumn.

Labor is the curse of the world, and nobody can meddle with it without becoming proportionately brutalized.

There is no greater bugbear than a strong willed relative in the circle of his own connections.

What, in the name of common-sense, had I to do with any better society than I had always lived in?

We sometimes congratulate ourselves.