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.

in came ... a baby, eloquent as infancy usually is, and like most youthful orators, more easily heard than understood.

The past is perpetual youth to the heart.

One of the greatest of all mental pleasures is to have our thoughts often divined: ever entered into with sympathy.

Of all false assertions that ever went into the world under the banner of a great name and the mail armor of a well-turned phrase, Locke's comparison of the mind to a blank sheet of paper appears to me among the most untrue.

Good taste is his religion, his morality, his standard, and his test.

youth, balancing itself upon hope, is forever in extremes: its expectations are continually aroused only to be baffled, and disappointment, like a summer shower, is violent in proportion to its brevity.