Every other species of talent carries with it its eternity; we enjoy the work of the poet, the painter, the sculptor, only as thousands will do after us; but the actor - his memory is with his generation, and that passes away.

though fortune's wheel is generally on the turn, sometimes when it gets into the mud, it sticks there.

Childhood, whose very happiness is love.

The stars are so far, far away!

And this is woman's fate: all her affections are called into life by winning flatteries, and then thrown back upon themselves to perish; and her heart, her trusting heart, filled with weak tenderness, is left to bleed or break!

We might have been - these are but common words, and yet they make the sum of life's bewailing.

One of the greatest of all mental pleasures is to have our thoughts often divined: ever entered into with sympathy.