... the fallibility of human brains is in nothing more obvious than in proof reading.

When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns into mere limitation and exclusion.

Mankind is not disposed to look narrowly into the conduct of great victors when their victory is on the right side.

Don't seem to he on the lookout for crows, else you'll set other people watching.

One of the tortures of jealousy is, that it can never turn away its eyes from the thing that pains it.

Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

Her own misery filled her heart—there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.