The happiest of pillows is not that which love first presses! it is that which death has frowned on and passed over.
No thoroughly occupied person was ever found really miserable.
Those who in living fill the smallest space, In death have often left the greatest void.
Children are what the mothers are.
We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.
I sometimes think that the most plaintive ditty has brought a fuller joy and of longer duration to its composer that the conquest of Persia to the Macedonian.