Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?

Life without laughing is a dreary blank.

Humor is the mistress of tears.

Diffidence is a sort of false modesty.

The world is a looking-glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. Frown at it, and it will in turn look sourly upon you; laugh at it and with it, and it is a jolly kind companion; and so let all young persons take their choice.

The moral world has no particular objection to vice, but an insuperable repugnance to hearing vice called by its proper name.

An evil person is like a dirty window, they never let the light shine through.