A person of intellect without energy added to it, is a failure.

Men's hearts and faces are always wide asunder; women's are not only in close connection, but are mirror-like in the instant power of reflection.

It is with happiness as with watches: the less complicated, the less easily deranged.

Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.

In the library of the world men have hitherto been ranged according to the form, and the binding; the time is coming when they will take rank and order according to their contents and intrinsic merits.

He who leaves the game wins it.

There some trifles well habited, as there are some fools well clothed.