it is the ordinary lot of people to have no friends if they themselves care for nobody

The best of women are hypocrites.

There are other books in a man's library besides Ovid, and after dawdling ever so long at a woman's knee, one day he gets up and is free. We have all been there; we have all had the fever--the strongest and the smallest, from Samson, Hercules, Rinaldo, downward: but it burns out, and you get well.

Those who forgets their friends to follow those of a higher status are truly snobs.

Kindnesses are easily forgotten; but injuries! what worthy man does not keep those in mind?

For my part, I believe that remorse is the least active of all a man's moral senses,--the very easiest to be deadened when wakened, and in some never wakened at all.

Life without laughing is a dreary blank.