It is difficult to say who do you the most mischief, enemies with the worst intentions, or friends with the best.

In one of the Welsh counties is a small village called A-----. It is somewhat removed from the high road, and is, therefore, but little known to those luxurious amateurs of the picturesque, who view nature through the windows of a carriage and four.

There are two lives to each of us, the life of our actions, and the life of our minds and hearts. History reveals men's deeds and their outward characters, but not themselves. There is a secret self that has its own life, unpenetrated and unguessed.

Fate is not the ruler, but the servant of Providence.

Ah, what without a heaven would be even love!--a perpetual terror of the separation that must one day come.

Bright and illustrious illusions!

The circle of life is cut up into segments. All lines are equal if they are drawn from the centre and touch the circumference.