A man who wishes to make his way in life could do no better than go through the world with a boiling tea-kettle in his hand.
Manners are the shadows of virtues; the momentary display of those qualities which our fellow creatures love, and respect.
What would life be without arithmetic, but a scene of horrors?
Solitude cherishes great virtues and destroys little ones.
we know nothing of tomorrow, our business is to be good and happy today
People who love only once in their lives are shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom, or their lack of imagination