Even in the common affairs of life, in love, friendship, and marriage, how little security have we when we trust our happiness in the hands of others!

I can enjoy society in a room; but out of doors, nature is company enough for me

We are thankful for good-will rather than for services, for the motive than the quantum of favor received.

Like a rustic at a fair, we are full of amazement and rapture, and have no thought of going home, or that it will soon be night.

We judge of others for the most part by their good opinion of themselves; yet nothing gives such offense or creates so many enemies, as that extreme self-complacency or superciliousness of manner, which appears to set the opinion of every one else at defiance.

The only impeccable writers are those who never wrote.

We are very much what others think of us. The reception our observations meet with gives us courage to proceed, or damps our efforts.