He is not, as he forcibly remarks, 'one of those fortunate men who, if they were to dive under one side of a barge stark-naked, would come up on the other with a new suit of clothes on, and a ticket for soup in the waistcoat-pocket:' neither is he one of those, whose spirit has been broken beyond redemption by misfortune and want. He is just one of the careless, good-for-nothing, happy fellows, who float, cork-like, on the surface, for the world to play at hockey with: knocked here, and there, and everywhere: now to the right, then to the left, again up in the air, and anon to the bottom, but always reappearing and bounding with the stream buoyantly and merrily along.

The dignity of his office is never impaired by the absence of efforts on his part to maintain it.

The civility which money will purchase, is rarely extended to those who have none.

Resisting the slow touch of a frozen finger tracing out my spine.

I think the world is like a great mirror, and reflects our lives just as we ourselves look upon it. Those who turn sad faces toward the world find only sadness…

A man either lives life as it happens to him, meets it head-on and licks it, or he turns his back on it and starts to wither away.

It is very important to generate a good attitude, a good heart, as much as possible. From this, happiness in both the short term and the long term for both you…