We talk on principal, but act on motivation.

He who first praises a book becomingly is next in merit to the author.

No thoroughly occupied person was ever found really miserable.

We fancy we suffer from ingratitude, while in reality we suffer from self-love.

In the hours of distress and misery, the eyes of every mortal turn to friendship; in the hours of gladness and conviviality, what is our want? It is friendship. When the heart overflows with gratitude, or with any other sweet or sacred sentiment, what is the word to which it would give utterance? A friend.

Something of the severe hath always been appertaining to order and to grace; and the beauty that is not too liberal is sought the most ardently, and loved the longest.

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.