“A lady who sets her heart upon a lad in uniform must prepare to change lovers pretty quickly, or her life will be but a sad one.”

Kindnesses are easily forgotten; but injuries! what worthy man does not keep those in mind?

Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.

I believe that remorse is the least active of all a man’s moral senses.

The pipe draws wisdom from the lips of the philosopher, and shuts up the mouth of the foolish; it generates a style of conversation, contemplative, thoughtful, benevolent, and unaffected.

A person can’t help their birth.

People who do not know how to laugh are always pompous and self-conceited.

Frequent the company of your betters.

Bravery never goes out of fashion.

In the midst of friends, home, and kind parents, she was alone.

Next to eating good dinners, a healthy man with a benevolent turn of mind, must like, I think, to read about them.

There is a skeleton in every house.

Under the magnetism of friendship the modest man becomes bold; the shy, confident; the lazy, active; and the impetuous, prudent and peaceful.

Money has only a different value in the eyes of each.

Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?

If thou hast never been a fool, be sure thou wilt never be a wise man.

Next to excellence is the appreciation of it.

The past is a fog on our minds. The future? A complete dream. We can’t neither guess the future, neither change the past.

It’s a big, big advantage because understanding what changes we might make takes time and it takes time to work out settings and to understand everything about the new machine.

I think people are sick of trends changing every six months – not because we’re tired of them, but just for the sake of change. There is so much junk in the world: junk TV, junk movies, all those junk magazines with the same people on the cover.

I have always strenuously supported the right of every man to his own opinion, however different that opinion might be to mine. He who denies to another this right, makes a slave of himself to his present opinion, because he precludes himself the right of changing it.

Every day we are changing, every day we are dying, and yet we fancy ourselves eternal.

Beauty is transient and changes with time.

When you look at a person, any person, everyone has a story. Everyone has gone through something that has changed their life. Anxiety, depression and panic attacks are not signs of weakness. They are signs of trying to remain strong for way too long.

Today is not yesterday: we ourselves change; how can our works and thoughts, if they are always to be the fittest, continue always the same? Change, indeed is painful; yet ever needful; and if memory have its force and worth, so also has hope.