Strange the affection which clings to inanimate objects - objects which cannot even know our love! But it is not return that constitutes the strength of an attachment.

I will look on the stars and look on thee, and read the page of thy destiny.

It is strange what society will endure from its idols.

I hate the word 'ought' - it always implies something dull, cold, and commonplace. The 'ought nots' of life are its pleasantest things.

All profound truths startle you in the first announcement.

the blessings of matrimony, like those of poverty, belong rather to philosophy than reality.

Politeness, however, acts the lady's maid to our thoughts; and they are washed, dressed, curled, rouged, and perfumed, before they are presented to the public.