At the best, sarcasms, bitter irony, scathing wit, are a sort of swordplay of the mind. You pink your adversary, and he is forthwith dead; and then you deserve to be hung for it.

The loveliest faces are to be seen by moonlight, when one sees half with the eye and half with the fancy.

A genuine passion is like a mountain stream; it admits of no impediment; it cannot go backward; it must go forward.

Justice, not the majority, should rule.

Men, like musical instruments, seem made to be played upon.

It is our relation to circumstances that determines their influence upon us.

Woman's power is over the affections. A beautiful dominion is hers; but she risks its forfeiture when she seeks to extend it.