To let friendship die away by negligence and silence is certainly not >>
The chains of habit are generally too week to be felt, until they are >>
Such is the state of life, that none are happy but by the anticipation >>
We are merely the stars tennis-balls, struck and bandied which way ple >>
There is hardly any one so insignificant that he does not seem imposin >>
No man is much regarded by the rest of the world. He that considers ho >>
No man is much regarded by the rest of the world. He that considers how little he dwells upon the condition of others, will learn how little the attention of others is attracted by himself. While we see multitudes passing before us, of whom perhaps not one appears to deserve our notice or excites our sympathy, we should remember, that we likewise are lost in the same throng, that the eye which happens to glance upon us is turned in a moment on him that follows us, and that the utmost which we can reasonably hope or fear is to fill a vacant hour with prattle, and be forgotten.