A fallible being will fail somewhere.

In a Man's Letters you know, Madam, his soul lies naked, his letters are only the mirrour of his breast.

Hope is itself a species of happiness.

Nothing flatters a man as much as the happiness of his wife; he is always proud of himself as the source of it.

We are long before we are convinced that happiness is never to be found, and each believes it possessed by others, to keep alive the hope of obtaining it for himself.

Whisky making is the art of making poison pleasant

He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition will waste his life in fruitless efforts.