The happiest part of a man's life is what he passes lying awake in bed in the morning.

A man who uses a great many words to express his meaning is like a bad marksman who, instead of aiming a single stone at an object, takes up a handful and throws at it in hopes he may hit.

There are people whom one should like very well to drop, but would not wish to be dropped by.

Profuseness is a cruel and crafty demon, that gradually involves her followers in dependence and debt; that is, fetters them with irons that enter into their souls.

The habit of looking on the bright side of every event is worth more than a thousand pounds a year.

Mutual complacency is the atmosphere of conjugal love.

He that floats lazily down the stream, in pursuit of something borne along by the same current, will find himself indeed moved forward; but unless he lays his hand to the oar, and increases his speed by his own labour, must be always at the same distance from that which he is following.