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.

To this hour, the great science and duty of politics is lowered by the petty leaven of small and personal advantage.

marriage is like money - seem to want it, and you never get it.

There is a large stock on hand; but somehow or other, nobody's experience ever suits us but our own.

Memory has many conveniences, and, among others, that of foreseeing things as they have afterwards happened.

Childhood, whose very happiness is love.

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.