Clear writers, like fountains, do not seem so deep as they are; the turbid look the most profound.

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.

He who brings ridicule to bear against truth finds in his hand a blade without a hilt.

Absurdities are great or small in proportion to custom or insuetude.

The happiest of pillows is not that which love first presses! it is that which death has frowned on and passed over.

An ingenious mind feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof.

Many laws as certainly make men bad, as bad men make many laws.