That which we call a snob by any other name would still be snobbish.

Happy! Who is happy? Was there not a serpent in Paradise itself? And if Eve had been perfectly happy beforehand, would she have listened to the tempter?

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!

At certain periods of life, we live years of emotion in a few weeks, and look back on those times as on great gaps between the old life and the new.

He that has ears to hear, let him stuff them with cotton.

The death of a child occasions a passion of grief and frantic tears, such as your end, brother reader, will never inspire.

We have only to change the point of view and the greatest action looks mean.