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.

Affection exaggerates its own offenses.

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

A woman only can understand a woman.

Hopes and regrets are the sweetest links of existence.

I have no parting sigh to give, so take my parting smile.

habit is our idea of eternity.