Eyes that droop like summer flowers.

When does the mind put forth its powers? when are the stores of memory unlocked? when does wit 'flash from fluent lips?' -- when but after a good dinner? Who will deny its influence on the affections? Half our friends are born of turbots and truffles.

I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love.

The lover and the physician are each popular from the same cause - we talk to them of nothing but ourselves.

Knowledge is much like dust - it sticks to one, one does not know how.

We would liken music to Aladdin's lamp — worthless in itself, not so for the spirits which obey its call. We love it for the buried hopes, the garnered memories, the tender feelings, it can summon with a touch.

An apt quotation is like a lamp which flings its light over the whole sentence.