It is amazing how much a thought expands and refines by being put into speech: I should think it could hardly know itself.
A woman's fame is the tomb of her happiness.
Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.
Hopes and regrets are the sweetest links of existence.
A woman only can understand a woman.
The old proverb, applied to fire and water, may with equal truth be applied to the imagination - it is a good servant, but a bad master.