Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o’er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?
Few, save the poor, feel for the poor.
There is a large stock on hand; but somehow or other, nobody’s experience ever suits us but our own.
Whatever people in general do not understand, they are always prepared to dislike; the incomprehensible is always the obnoxious.
All sweeping assertions are erroneous.
Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art of social life.
Were it not better to forget than to remember and regret?
How disappointment tracks the steps of hope.
We need to suffer, that we may learn to pity.
Enthusiasm is the divine particle in our composition: with it we are great, generous, and true; without it, we are little, false, and mean.