There are few things in which we deceive ourselves more than in the esteem we profess to entertain for our firends. It is little better than a piece of quackery. The truth is, we think of them as we please, that is, as they please or displease us.

Those who are fond of setting things to rights, have no great objection to seeing them wrong.

There are only three pleasures in life pure and lasting, and all derived from inanimate things-books, pictures and the face of nature.

First impressions are often the truest, as we find (not unfrequently) to our cost when we have been wheedled out of them by plausible professions or actions. A man's look is the work of years, it is stamped on his countenance by the events of his whole life, nay, more, by the hand of nature, and it is not to be got rid of easily.

The number of objects we see from living in a large city amuses the mind like a perpetual raree-show, without supplying it with any ideas.

The chain of habit coils itself around the heart like a serpent, to gnaw and stifle it.

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.