Suicide and antipathy to fires in a bedroom seem to be among the national characteristics. Perhaps the same moral cause may originate both.

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

Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.

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

Do anything but love; or if thou lovest and art a woman, hide thy love from him whom thou dost worship; never let him know how dear he is; flit like a bird before him; lead him from tree to tree, from flower to flower; but be not won, or thou wilt, like that bird, when caught and caged, be left to pine neglected and perish in forgetfulness.

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

There is no denying that there are 'royal roads' through existence for the upper classes; for them, at least, the highways are macadamized, swept, and watered.