Beside one deed of guilt, how blest is guiltless woe!

Shame is like the weaver's thread; if it breaks in the net, it is wholly imperfect.

Men are valued, not for what they are, but for what they seem to be.

Midnight, and love, and youth, and Italy!

The classic literature is always modern.

What a rare gift, by the by, is that of manners! how difficult to define, how much more difficult to impart! Better for a man to possess them than wealth, beauty, or talent; they will more than supply all.

It is not by the gray of the hair that one knows the age of the heart.