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

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

Eyes that droop like summer flowers.

How very satisfactory those discussions must be, where each party retains their own opinion!

It is strange what society will endure from its idols.

In our road through life we may happen to meet with a man casting a stone reverentially to enlarge the cairn of another which stone he has carried in his bosom to sling against that very other's head.

I cannot see why a taste for the country should be held so very indispensable a requisite for excellence; but really people talk of it as if it were a virtue, and as if an opposite opinion was, to say the least of it, very immoral.