Nothing can constitute good-breeding that has not good-nature for its foundation.

There are times when the mirth of others only saddens us, especially the mirth of children with high spirits, that jar on our own quiet mood.

Fine natures are like fine poems; a glance at the first two lines suffices for a guess into the beauty that waits you if you read on.

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!

There is no policy like politeness; and a good manner is the best thing in the world either to get a good name, or to supply the want of it.

Midnight, and love, and youth, and Italy!

He who doth not smoke hath either known no great griefs, or refuseth himself the softest consolation, next to that which comes from heaven.