As the rolling stone gathers no moss, so the roving heart gathers no affections.

Of how many women might the history be comprised in those few words - 'she lived, suffered, and was buried'!

Nature and truth are one, and immutable, and inseparable as beauty and love.

Conflict, which rouses up the best and highest powers in some characters, in others not only jars the whole being, but paralyzes the faculties.

How often we have had cause to regret that the histrionic art, of all the fine arts the most intense in its immediate effect, should be, of all others, the most transient in its result! - and the only memorials it can leave behind, at best, so imperfect and so unsatisfactory!

When we talk of leaving our childhood behind us, we might as well say that the river flowing onward to the sea had left the fountain behind.

Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to man; youth never.