Love is on the verge of hate each time it stoops for pardon.

A chord, stronger or weaker, is snapped asunder in every parting, and time's busy fingers are not practiced in re-splicing broken ties. Meet again you may; will it be in the same way? With the same sympathies? With the same sentiments? Will the souls, hurrying on in diverse paths, unite once more, as if the interval had been a dream? Rarely, rarely!

The secret of fashion is to surprise and never to disappoint.

Philosophy, while it soothes the reason, damps the ambition.

Earnestness is the best gift of mental power, and deficiency of heart is the cause of many men never becoming great.

Revenge is a common passion; it is the sin of the uninstructed. The savage deems it noble;but the religion of Christ, which is the sublime civilizer, emphatically condemns it. Why? Because religion ever seeks to ennoble man; and nothing so debases him as revenge.

There is certainly something of exquisite kindness and thoughtful benevolence in that rarest of gifts,--fine breeding.