The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.

In the vain laughter of folly wisdom hears half its applause.

The beauty of a lovely woman is like music.

A man never lies with more delicious languor under the influence of a passion than when he has persuaded himself that he shall subdue it to-morrow.

All honour and reverence to the divine beauty of form! Let us cultivate it to the utmost in men, women and children -- in our gardens and in our houses. But let us love that other beauty too, which lies in no secret of proportion but in the secret of deep human sympathy.

Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face.

... in no part of the world is genteel visiting founded on esteem, in the absence of suitable furniture and complete dinner-service.