Authors are like cattle going to a fair: those of the same field can never move on without butting one another.
We talk on principal, but act on motivation.
We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.
We are poor, indeed, when we have no half-wishes left us. The heart and the imagination close the shutters the instant they are gone.
True wit, to every man, is that which falls on another.
Old trees in their living state are the only things that money cannot command.