Hopes and regrets are the sweetest links of existence.
who has not experienced, at some time or other, that words had all the relief of tears?
Few save the poor feel for the poor.
How very satisfactory those discussions must be, where each party retains their own opinion!
It is strange what society will endure from its idols.
Our first love-letter ... There is so much to be said, and which no words seems exactly to say - the dread of saying too much is so nicely balanced by the fear of saying too little. Hope borders on presumption, and fear on reproach.