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.

In politics, merit is rewarded by the possessor being raised, like a target, to a position to be fired at.

Even when we fancy we have grown wiser, it is only, it may be, that new prejudices have displaced old ones.

The language of the heart--the language which "comes from the heart" and "goes to the heart"--is always simple, always graceful, and always full of power, but no art of rhetoric can teach it. It is at once the easiest and most difficult language--difficult, since it needs a heart to speak it; easy, because its periods though rounded and full of harmony, are still unstudied.

Repose without stagnation is the state most favorable to happiness. "The great felicity of life," says Seneca, "is to be without perturbations.

Heaven lent you a soul, Earth will lend a grave.

Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.