The loss of a beloved connection awakens an interest in Heaven before unfelt.

Contentment is not happiness. An oyster may be contented. Happiness is compounded of richer elements.

There is probably no hell for authors in the next world - they suffer so much from critics and publishers in this.

Few minds wear out; more rust out.

Kindred weaknesses induce friendships as often as kindred virtues.

To quote copiously and well, requires taste, judgment, and erudition, a feeling for the beautiful, an appreciation of the noble, and a sense of the profound.

A profusion of fancies and quotations is out of place in a love-letter. True feeling is always direct, and never deviates into by-ways to cull flowers of rhetoric.