Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.
We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.
Fancy is imagination in her youth and adolescence. Fancy is always excursive; imagination, not seldom, is sedate.
Cats like men are flatterers.
Contentment is better than divinations or visions.
Fame, they tell you, is air; but without air there is no life for any; without fame there is none for the best.