Rank is a great beautifier.

Imitation, if noble and general, insures the best hope of originality.

The haughty woman who can stand alone, and requires no leaning-place in our hearts, loses the spell of her sex.

Life is short - while we speak it flies; enjoy, then, the present, and forget the future; such is the moral of ancient poetry, a graceful and a wise moral - indulged beneath a southern sky, and all deserving, the phrase applied to it - the philosophy of the garden.

The affections are immortal! They are the sympathies which unite the ceaseless generations.

The curse of the great is ennui.

A sense of contentment makes us kindly and benevolent to others; we are not chafed and galled by cares which are tyrannical because original. We are fulfilling our proper destiny, and those around us feel the sunshine of our own hearts.