The past is the sepulchre of our dead emotions.

What is taken from the fortune, also, may haply be so much lifted from the soul. The greatness of a loss, as the proverb suggests, is determinable, not so much by what we have lost, as by what we have left.

Difficulties, by bracing the mind to overcome them, assist cheerfulness, as exercise assists digestion.

Love delights in paradoxes. Saddest when it has most reason to be gay, sighs are the signs of its deepest joy, and silence is the expression of its yearning tenderness.

All good writing leaves something unexpressed.

It is our relation to circumstances that determine their influence over us. The same wind that blows one ship into port may blow another off shore.

Neither love nor ambition, as it has often been shown, can brook a division of its empire in the heart.