To be hated cordially, is only a left-handed compliment.
There is no dignity in wickedness, whether in purple or rags; and hell is a democracy of devils, where all are equals.
It is not down in any map; true places never are.
There are some enterprises in which a careful disorderliness is the true method.
They talk of the dignity of work. The dignity is in leisure.
Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.
A smile is the chosen vehicle of all ambiguities.
Art is the objectification of feeling.
There are some persons in this world, who, unable to give better proof of being wise, take a strange delight in showing what they think they have sagaciously read in mankind by uncharitable suspicions of them.
Yet habit - strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish?