Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. You don't understand women. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves.
Even much stronger mortals than Fred Vincy hold half their rectitude in the mind of the being they love best. "The theater of all my actions is fallen," said an antique personage when his chief friend was dead, and they are fortunate who get a theater where the audience demands their best.
There's nothing kills a man so soon as having nobody to find fault with but himself.
Our guides, we pretend, must be sinless: as if those were not often the best teachers who only yesterday got corrected for their mistakes.
Despair no more leans on others than perfect contentment, and in despair pride ceases to be counteracted by the sense of dependence.
The blessed work of helping the world forward happily does not wait to be done by perfect men.