It merely shews, after all, that affection is a habit.
no hour arrives so soon as the one we dread.
It is strange what society will endure from its idols.
Whenever I hear a man talking of the advantages of our ill-used sex, I look upon it as the prelude to some new act of authority.
There is no wretchedness like self-reproach.
Perhaps, from an innate desire of justification, sorrow always exaggerates itself. Memory is quite one of Job's friends; and the past is ever ready to throw its added darkness on the present.