“The cheerful live longest in years, and afterwards in our regards. Cheerfulness is the off-shoot of goodness.”

Wit never appears to greater advantage than when it is successfully exerted to relieve from a dilemma, palliate a deficiency, or cover a retreat.

The great artist is a slave to his ideals.

When we get tired of enjoying all the pleasures within our reach, we have still a resource in thinking of others that are not.

Example has more followers than reason. We unconsciously imitate what pleases us, and approximate to the characters we most admire.

The passions are like fire, useful in a thousand ways and dangerous only in one, through their excess.

Winter is the night of vegetation.

A profusion of fancies and quotations is out of place in a love-letter. True feeling is always direct, and never deviates into by-ways to cull flowers of rhetoric.

What we call conscience in many instances, is only a wholesome fear of the law.

There is great beauty in going through life without anxiety or fear. Half our fears are baseless, and the other half discreditable.

There is probably no hell for authors in the next world – they suffer so much from critics and publishers in this.

Kindred weaknesses induce friendships as often as kindred virtues.

The heart contracts as the pocket expands.

Hope is the best part of our riches.

Alas, the transports beauty can inspire!

The small courtesies sweeten life; the greater ennoble it.

Four sweet lips, two pure souls, and one undying affection, – these are love’s pretty ingredients for a kiss.

I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.

Be cheerful, if you are wise.

The game of life looks cheerful when one carries a treasure safe in his heart.

The cheerful loser is a sort of winner.

Difficulties, by bracing the mind to overcome them, assist cheerfulness, as exercise assists digestion.

Let’s be cheerful! We have no more right to steal the brightness out of the day for our own family than we have to steal the purse of a stranger.

I am watching the Earth. The visibility is good. I feel well and cheerful. The machine is functioning normally.

The banjo is such a happy instrument–you can’t play a sad song on the banjo – it always comes out so cheerful.