The best advice on the art of being happy is about as easy to follow as advice to be well when one is sick.

I love victory, but I love not triumph.

I like people to be saints; but I want them to be first and superlatively honest men.

Only those faults which we encounter in ourselves are insufferable to us in others.

When any one tells you that he belongs to no party, you may at any rate be sure that he does not belong to yours.

We are all of us, in this world, more or less like St. January, whom the inhabitants of Naples worship one day, and pelt with baked apples the next.

Poor humanity!--so dependent, so insignificant, and yet so great.