It is only hope which is real, and reality is a bitterness and a deceit.

It is only hope which is real, and reality is a bitterness and a deceit

'Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.

What money is better bestowed than that of a schoolboy's tip? How the kindness is recalled by the recipient in after days! It blesses him that gives and him that takes.

Kindnesses are easily forgotten; but injuries! what worthy man does not keep those in mind?

An evil person is like a dirty window, they never let the light shine through.