They parted at last with mutual civility, and possibly a mutual desire of never meeting again.

Where the wound had been given, there must the cure be found, if any where.

We are each of an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak, unless we expect to say something that will amaze the whole room, and be handed down to posterity with all the eclat of a proverb.

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.

I trust that absolutes have gradations.

Personal size and mental sorrow have certainly no necessary proportions. A large bulky figure has a good a right to be in deep affliction, as the most graceful set of limbs in the world. But, fair or not fair, there are unbecoming conjunctions, which reason will pa tronize in vain,--which taste cannot tolerate,--which ridicule will seize.

…she felt depressed beyond any thing she had ever known before.