Who can . . . guess how much industry and providence and affection we have caught from the pantomime of brutes?

The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons.

The longer we live the more we must endure the elementary existence of men and women; and every brave heart must treat society asa child, and never allow it to dictate.

Tobacco, coffee, alcohol, hashish, prussic acid, strychnine, are weak dilutions. The surest poison is time.

Speak what you think today in hard words and tomorrow speak what tomorrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said today.

We grizzle every day. I see no need of it. Whilst we converse with what is above us, we do not grow old, but grow young.

Love, and you shall be loved.