As to happiness in this life it is hardly compatible with that diminished respect which ever attends the relinquishing of labour.
Life is so unlike theory.
Success is the necessary misfortune of life, but it is only to the very unfortunate that it comes early.
I do not think myself to be a worm, and a grub, grass of the field fit only to be burned, a clod, a morsel of putrid atoms that should be thrown to the dungheap, ready for the nethermost pit. Nor if I did should I therefore expect to sit with Angels and Archangels.
I cannot hold with those who want to put down the insignificant chatter of the world
Nobody holds a good opinion of a man who holds a low opinion of himself.