What is genius or courage without a heart?

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

In all the silent manliness of grief.

Pity, though it may often relieve, is but, at best, a short-lived passion, and seldom affords distress more than transitory assistance; with some it scarce lasts from the first impulse till the hand can be put into the pocket.

Prudery is ignorance.

As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.

A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,- A cap by night, a stocking all the day.