O blest one hour like this! to rise And see grief's shadows backward roll; While bursts on unaccustomed eyes The glad Aurora of the soul.

It is not the smallest use to try to make people good, unless you try at the same time - and they feel that you are trying - to make them happy. And you rarely can make another happy, unless you are happy yourself.

A secret at home is like rocks under tide.

Not perhaps until later life, until the follies, passions, and selfishness of youth have died out, do we . . . recognize the the inestimable blessing, the responsibility awful as sweet, of possessing or of being a friend.

If I had to write a book, I could not find anything in the world worth saying - as is indeed the case with many voluminous authors.

A person who is careless about money is careless about everything, and untrustworthy in everything.

Love never stands still; it must inevitably be either growing or decaying - especially the love of marriage.