It is more from carelessness about truth than from intentionally lying that there is so much falsehood in the world.

In Shakespeare's plays, the mourner hastening to bury his friend is all the time colliding with the reveller hastening to his wine.

People in distress never think that you feel enough.

Every man has a lurking wish to appear considerable in his native place.

It is the care of a very great part of mankind to conceal their indigence from the rest. They support themselves by temporary expedients, and every day is lost in contriving for to-morrow.

We suffer equal pain from the pertinacious adhesion of unwelcome images, as from the evanescence of those which are pleasing and useful.

There is no being so poor and so contemptible, who does not think there is somebody still poorer, and still more contemptible.