A man's own heart must ever be given to gain that of another.

I was ever of the opinion, that the honest man who married and brought up a large family, did more service than he who continued single, and only talked of population.

Romance and novel paint beauty in colors more charming than nature, and describe a happiness that humans never taste. How deceptive and destructive are those pictures of consummate bliss!

The company of fools may first make us smile, but in the end we always feel melancholy.

Life has been compared to a race, but the allusion improves by observing, that the most swift are usually the least manageable and the most likely to stray from the course. Great abilities have always been less serviceable to the possessors than moderate ones.

The hours we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowded with fruition.

In all the silent manliness of grief.