Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea When heaven was all tranquillity.

Much depends upon when and where you read a book. In the five or six impatient minutes before the dinner is quite ready, who would think of taking up the Faerie Queen for a stopgap, or a volume of Bishop Andrews's Sermons?

I could never hate anyone I knew.

I hate a man who swallows [his food], affecting not to know what he is eating. I suspect his taste in higher matters.

How I like to be liked, and what I do to be liked!

We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.

My theory is to enjoy life, but my practice is against it.