The truth is, that in London it is always a sickly season. Nobody is healthy in London, nobody can be.

One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering.

Everybody has their taste in noises as well as in other matters; and sounds are quite innoxious, or most distressing, by their sort rather than their quantity.

Dearest, loveliest Elizabeth! What do I not owe you! You taught me a lesson, hard indeed at first, but most advantageous. By you, I was properly humbled.

Why not seize the pleasure at once? -- How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation!

What are men to rocks and mountains?

The worst crimes; are the crimes of the heart