Alas! we are the sport of destiny.

Hint at the existence of wickedness in a light, easy, and agreeable manner, so that nobody's fine feelings may be offended.

We are most of us very lonely in this world; you who have any who love you, cling to them and thank God.

Except for the young or very happy, I can't say I am sorry for anyone who dies.

Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter.

If people only made prudent marriages, what a stop to population there would be!

How hard it is to make an Englishman acknowledge that he is happy! Pendennis. Book ii. Chap. xxxi.