We seldom see anybody who is not uneasy or afraid to live.
People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.
Only that is poetry which cleanses and mans me.
Society acquires new arts, and loses old instincts.
Cannot we let [children] be themselves, and enjoy life in their own way? You are trying to make another you. One's enough.
Wit makes its own welcome, and levels all distinctions. No dignity, no learning, no force of character, can make any stand against good wit.