There is an idea abroad among moral people that they should make their neighbours good. One person I have to make good: myself. But my duty to my neighbour is much more nearly expressed by saying that I have to make him happy – if I may.
The harmless art of knucklebones has seen the fall of the Roman empire and the rise of the United States.
The green plain ran till it touched the skirts of heaven.
In real life, help is given out of friendship, or it is not valued; it is received from the hand of friendship, or it is resented.
If your morals make you dreary, depend upon it they are wrong. I do not say “give them up,” for they may be all you have; but conceal them like a vice, lest they should spoil the lives of better and simpler people.
If a man love the labour of any trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.
Gentleness and cheerfulness, these come before all morality; they are the perfect duties.
Every one lives by selling something.