Knowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.

Cruelty, like every other vice, requires no motive outside of itself; it only requires opportunity.

Would not love see returning penitence afar off, and fall on its neck and kiss it?

I don't want the world to give me anything for my books except money enough to save me from the temptation to write only for money.

To an old memory like mine the present days are but as a little water poured on the deep.

It is a fact capable of amiable interpretation that ladies are not the worst disposed towards a new acquaintance of their own sex, because she has points of inferiority.

That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.