Colors are the smiles of nature.
One can love any man that is generous.
Poetry is the breath of beauty.
Patience and gentleness are power.
Happy opinions are the wine of the heart.
Music is the medicine of the breaking heart.
There are two worlds: The world that we can measure with line and rule, and the world we feel with our hearts and imaginations.
If you are ever at a loss to support a flagging conversation, introduce the subject of eating.
To receive a present handsomely and in a right spirit, even when you have none to give in return, is to give one in return.
Fail not to call to mind, in the course of the twenty-fifth of this month, that the Divinest Heart that ever walked the earth was born on that day; and then smile and enjoy yourselves for the rest of it; for mirth is also of Heaven’s making.
Your second-hand bookseller is second to none in the worth of the treasures he dispenses.
Occupation is the necessary basis of all enjoyment.
Mirth itself is too often but melancholy in disguise.
The person who can be only serious or only cheerful, is but half a man.
For the qualities of sheer wit and humor, Swift had no superior, ancient or modern.
Words are often things also, and very precious, especially on the gravest occasions. Without “words,” and the truth of things that is in them, what were we?
No wonder is greater than any other wonder, and if once explained ceases to be a wonder.
Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I’m weary, say I’m sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I’m growing old, but add – Jenny kissed me!
Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles.
For the most part, we should pray rather in aspiration than petition, rather by hoping than requesting; in which spirit also we may breathe a devout wish for a blessing on others upon occasions when it might be presumptuous to beg it.