The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure - that is the choicest of all.

Be true! Be true! Be true! Show freely to the world, if not your worst, yet some trait whereby the worst may be inferred!

The book, if you would see anything in it, requires to be read in the clear, brown, twilight atmosphere in which it was written; if opened in the sunshine, it is apt to look exceedingly like a volume of blank pages.

This world owes all its forward impulses to people ill at ease.

Would all, who cherish such wild wishes, but look around them, they would oftenest find their sphere of duty, of prosperity, and happiness, within those precincts, and in that station where Providence itself has cast their lot. Happy they who read the riddle without a weary world-search, or a lifetime spent in vain!

I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!

Death was too definite an object to be wished for or avoided.