Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.

I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.

In for ever knowing, we are for ever blessed; but to know all were the curse of a fiend

Whether people grow fat by joking, or whether there is something in fat itself which predisposes to a joke, I have never been quite able to determine.

The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.

The best chess-player in Christendom may be little more than the best player of chess; but proficiency in whist implies capacity for success in all those more important undertakings where mind struggles with mind.

Invisible things are the only realities.