Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.

There could have never been two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement.

I can always live by my pen.

It is wonderful, for almost all his actions may be traced to pride;-and pride has often been his best friend.

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

When once married people begin to attack me with, 'Oh! you will think very differently, when you are married,' I can only say, 'No I shall not'; and then they say again, 'Yes you will,' and there is an end to it.

Did not you? I did for you. But that is one great difference between us. Compliments always take you by surprise, and me never.