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

We are ourselves our happiness.

Strange mystery of our nature, that those in whom genius develops itself in imagination, thus taking its most ethereal form, should yet be the most dependent on the opinions of others!

In sad truth, half our forebodings of our neighbors are but our own wishes, which we are ashamed to utter in any other form.

The lover and the physician are each popular from the same cause - we talk to them of nothing but ourselves.

Business before pleasure.

I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love.