A small country town is not the place in which one would choose to quarrel with a wife; every human being in such places is a spy.

Foppery is never cured; it is the bad stamina of the mind, which, like those of the body, are never rectified; once a coxcomb always a coxcomb.

When I was as you are now, towering in the confidence of twenty-one, little did I suspect that I should be at forty-nine, what I now am.

A man who is good enough to go to heaven is good enough to be a clergyman.

Enlarge my life with multitude of days, In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy.

From ignorance our comfort flows, the only wretched are the wise

Hope is necessary in every condition.