Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.
The good of a book lies in its being read.
The Gods laugh in their sleeve to watch man doubt and fear,who knows not what to believe since he sees nothing clear, and dares stamp nothing false where he finds nothing sure
I don’t know, in the “Insanity” section.
The generous person will prosper, and whoever refreshes others will himself be refreshed.