Perhaps, from an innate desire of justification, sorrow always exaggerates itself. Memory is quite one of Job's friends; and the past is ever ready to throw its added darkness on the present.

words alike make the destiny of empires and of individuals. Ambition, love, hate, interest, vanity, have words for their engines, and need none more powerful. Language is a fifth element - the one by which all the others are swayed.

Assuredly, meeting after absence, is one of - ah, no! - it is life's most delicious feeling.

My heart is its own grave!

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

Surprises are like misfortunes or herrings - they rarely come single.

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