Benevolence and feeling ennoble the most trifling actions.

Dare and the world always yields; or if it beats you sometimes, dare it again and it will succumb.

Perhaps all early love affairs ought to be strangled or drowned, like so many blind kittens.

So they pass away: friends, kindred, the dearest-loved, grown people, aged, infants. As we go on the down-hill journey, the mile-stones are grave-stones, and on each more and more names are written; unless haply you live beyond man's common age, when friends have dropped off, and, tottering, and feeble, and unpitied, you reach the terminus alone.

Life is a mirror: if you frown at it, it frowns back; if you smile, it returns the greeting.

Come children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.

Pray, dear madam, another glass; it is Christmas time, it will do you no harm.