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

...and we have so far improved upon the custom of Adam and Eve, that we generally furnish forth our feasts with a portion of some delicate calf or lamb, whose unspotted innocence entitles them to the happiness of becoming our sustenance.

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

Nothing gives a sadder sense of decay than this loss or suspension of the power to deal with unaccustomed things, and to keep up with the swiftness of the passing moment. [Speaking of self-posed isolation in old age.]

Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.

It contributes greatly towards a man's moral and intellectual health, to be brought into habits of companionship with individuals unlike himself, who care little for his pursuits, and whose sphere and abilities he must go out of himself to appreciate.