Conceit is vanity driven from all other shifts, and forced to appeal to itself for admiration.

Every man, in his own opinion, forms an exception to the ordinary rules of morality.

Books let us into their souls and lay open to us the secrets of our own.

The objects that we have known in better days are the main props that sustain the weight of our affections, and give us strength to await our future lot.

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.

Do not quarrel with the world too soon; for, bad as it may be, it is the best we have to live in, here. If railing would have made it better, it would have been reformed long ago.

When I take up a book I have read before, I know what to expect; the satisfaction is not lessened by being anticipated. I shake hands with, and look our old tried and valued friend in the face,--compare notes and chat the hour away.