Ennui, the parent of expensive and ruinous vices.

Who has not raised a tombstone, here and there, over buried hopes and dead joys, on the road of life? Like the scars of the heart, they are not to be obliterated.

Hatred is nearly always honest--rarely, if ever, assumed. So much cannot be said for love.

If a man needs a religion to conduct himself properly in this world, it is a sign that he has either a limited mind or a corrupt heart.

Wit is a dangerous talent in friendship.

Equality is the share of every one at their advent upon earth, and equality is also theirs when placed beneath it.

Friendship should be in the singular; it can be no more plural than love.