A preface is a species of literary luxury, where an author, like a lover, is privileged to be egotistical.

Farewell's a bitter word to say.

Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art of social life.

the fact is, that life is too short to be occupied by aught but the present - hope and remembrance are equally a waste of time.

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

It is strange what society will endure from its idols.

doubts, like facts, are stubborn things.