Beauty is an exquisite flower, and its perfume is virtue.
Rank and riches are chains of gold, but still chains.
Fancy borrows much from memory, and so looks back to the past.
If country life be healthful to the body, it is no less so to the mind.
A human heart is a skein of such imperceptibly and subtly interwoven threads that even the owner of it is often himself at a loss how to unravel it.
Travelers describe a tree in the island of Java whose pestiferous exhalations blight every tiny blade of grass within the compass of its shade. So it is with despotism.