Thou art to me a delicious torment.

though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till.

In good company, the individuals merge their egotism into a social soul exactly co-extensive with the several consciousnesses there present.

How casually and unobservedly we make all our most valued acquaintances.

No man acquires property without acquiring with it a little arithmetic also.

We are not very much to blame for our bad marriages. We live amid hallucinations, and especial trap is laid to trip up our feet with, and all are tripped up first or last. But the mighty mother, who had been so sly with us, as if she felt she owed us some indemnity, insinuates into the Pandora box of marriage some deep and serious benefits, and some great joys.

Deep insight will always, like Nature, ultimate its thought in a thing.