The devil is not, indeed, perfectly humorous, but that is only because he is the extreme of all humor.

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little, soon forgotten charities of a kiss or a smile, a kind look or heartfelt compliment.

An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches with spire steeples which point as with a silent finger to the sky and stars.

The juggle of sophistry consists, for the most part, in using a word in one sense in all the premises, and in another sense in the conclusion.

Is duty a mere sport, or an employ! Life an entrusted talent or a toy!

Oh, the difficulty of fixing the attention of men on the world within them!

Ah! well a-day! what evil looks / Had I from old and young! / Instead of the cross, the Albatross / About my neck was hung.