It's Hard to Stay Mad When There's So Much Beauty in the World
Religion converts despair, which destroys, into resignation, which submits.
Happiness consists not in having much, but in being content with little.
Our weaknesses are the indigenous produce of our characters; but our strength is the forced fruit.
There is no cosmetic like happiness
Satire, like conscience, reminds us of what we often wish to forget.
Men are capable of making great sacrifices, who are not willing to make the lesser ones, on which so much of the happiness of life depends. The great sacrifices are seldom called for, but the minor ones are in daily requisition; and the making them with cheerfulness and grace enhances their value.
Our words are, as a general rule, filled by the people to whom we address them with a meaning which those people derive from their own substance, a meaning widely different from that which we had put into the same words when we uttered them.
Happiness comes uninvited: and the moment that you are conscious that you are happy, you are no longer happy.
By hating vices too much, they come to love men too little.
A novel which has been too much worked over often goes flat, and no amount of laborious revision can take the place of careful planning beforehand.