They frequently find the truth who do not seek it, they who do, frequently lose it.

Yesterday morning I amused myself with an exercise of a talent I once possessed, but have so neglected that my performance might almost be called an experiment. I cut out a dress for one of the women.

The most intense curiosity and excitement prevailed, and though the weather was uncertain, enormous masses of densely packed people lined the road, shouting and waving hats and handkerchiefs as we flew by them.

The drama is the looking-glass in which we see the hideousness of vice and the beauties of virtue.

The spring is already here with her hands full of flowers.

The death I should prefer would be to break my neck off the back of a good horse at a full gallop on a fine day.

Better trust all, and be deceived, And weep that trust and that deceiving, Than doubt one heart, that if believed Had blessed one's life with true believing.