A woman only can understand a woman.

All profound truths startle you in the first announcement.

Curiosity is its own suicide.

The stars are so far, far away!

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

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

How beautiful, buoyant, and glad is morning! The first sunshine on the leaves: the first wind, laden with the first breath of the flowers—that deep sigh with which they seem to waken from sleep; the first dew, untouched even by the light foot of the early hare; the first chirping of the rousing birds, as if eager to begin song and flight; all is redolent of the strength given by rest, and the joy of conscious life.