The very effort to forget teaches us to remember.

We need to suffer, that we may learn to pity.

Experience teaches, it is true; but she never teaches in time.

Social life is filled with doubts and vain aspirings; solitude, when the imagination is dethroned, is turned to weariness and ennui.

Confidence is its own security.

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.

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.