Przemyślenia genialnego samouka, jednego z najwybitniejszych pisarzy angielskich, „człowieka, który wynalazł Boże Narodzenie”.

• Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.

• Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many – not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

• Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!

• Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.

• Life is made of ever so many partings welded together.

• The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

• There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.

• There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart.

• A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

• There is nothing so strong or safe in an emergency of life as the simple truth.

• Vices are sometimes only virtues carried to excess!

• Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.

• If there were no bad people, there would be no good lawyers.

• In the little world in which children have their existence, whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt, as injustice.

• It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper; so cry away.

• A day wasted on others is not wasted on one's self.

• A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.