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 not think that life has a suspense more sickening than that of expecting a letter which does not come.

There is no wretchedness like self-reproach.

Repentance is a one-faced Janus, ever looking to the past.

All beginnings are very troublesome things.

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.

It merely shews, after all, that affection is a habit.