How disappointment tracks the steps of hope.

Thou know'st how fearless is my trust in thee.

Experience teaches, it is true; but she never teaches in time.

Every other species of talent carries with it its eternity; we enjoy the work of the poet, the painter, the sculptor, only as thousands will do after us; but the actor - his memory is with his generation, and that passes away.

We might have been - these are but common words, and yet they make the sum of life's bewailing.

We would liken music to Aladdin's lamp — worthless in itself, not so for the spirits which obey its call. We love it for the buried hopes, the garnered memories, the tender feelings, it can summon with a touch.

there is nothing so easy as to be wise for others; a species of prodigality, by-the-by - for such wisdom is wholly wasted.