We never respect those who amuse us, however we may smile at their comic powers. Virtue, like a dowerless beauty, has more admirers than followers. Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never. Talent, like beauty, to be pardoned, must be obscure and unostentatious. People seem to lose all respect for the past; events succeed each other with such velocity that the most remarkable one of a few years gone by, is no more remembered than if centuries had closed over it. Happiness consists not in having much, but in being content with little. | 
