It is only hope which is real, and reality is a bitterness and a deceit.
How hard it is to make an Englishman acknowledge that he is happy! Pendennis. Book ii. Chap. xxxi.
Life is the soul's nursery.
Benevolence and feeling ennoble the most trifling actions.
If thou hast never been a fool, be sure thou wilt never be a wise man.
As nature made every man with a nose and eyes of his own, she gave him a character of his own, too; and yet we, O foolish race! must try our very best to ape some one or two of our neighbors, whose ideas fit us no more than their breeches!