Affection exaggerates its own offenses.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

Nothing but love can answer to love; no affection, no kindness, no care, can supply its place: it is its own sweet want.

sight-seeing gratifies us in different ways. First, there is the pleasure of novelty; secondly, either that of admiration or fault-finding - the latter a very animated enjoyment.

Enthusiasm is the divine particle in our composition: with it we are great, generous, and true; without it, we are little, false, and mean.

Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art of social life.

Jealousy ought to be tragic, to save it from being ridiculous.