There are no rules for friendship. It must be left to itself. We cannot force it any more than love.

You shall yourself be judge. Reason, with most people, means their own opinion.

Hope is the best possession. None are completely wretched but those who are without hope. Few are reduced so low as that.

We grow tired of everything but turning others into ridicule, and congratulating ourselves on their defects.

Most of the methods for measuring the lapse of time have, I believe, been the contrivance of monks and religious recluses, who, finding time hang heavy on their hands, were at some pains to see how they got rid of it.

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.

The book-worm wraps himself up in his web of verbal generalities, and sees only the glimmering shadows of things reflected from the minds of others.