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

anybody's applause is better than nobody's.

It is amazing how much a thought expands and refines by being put into speech: I should think it could hardly know itself.

The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye.

All beginnings are very troublesome things.

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.

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.