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

The very effort to forget teaches us to remember.

who has not experienced, at some time or other, that words had all the relief of tears?

there is nothing so easy as to be wise for others; a species of prodigality, by-the-by - for such wisdom is wholly wasted.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

Shopping, true feminine felicity!

Oh, only those whose souls have felt this one idolatry can tell how precious is the slightest thing affection gives and hallows.