Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two.
There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.
A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.
Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.
A woman who is not quite a fool will forgive your being but a man, if you are surely that. . .
Cultivated men and women who do not skim the cream of life, and are attached to the duties, yet escape the harsher blows, make acute and balanced observers.