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.

Restraint is the golden rule of enjoyment.

An apt quotation is like a lamp which flings its light over the whole sentence.

There are words to paint the misery of love, but none to paint its happiness.

youth, balancing itself upon hope, is forever in extremes: its expectations are continually aroused only to be baffled, and disappointment, like a summer shower, is violent in proportion to its brevity.

Nothing more strongly marks the insufficiency of luxuries than the ease with which people grow accustomed to them; they are rather known by their want than by their presence. The word 'blasé' has been coined expressly for the use of the upper classes.

That which is always within our reach, is always the last thing we take; and the chances are, that what we can do every day, we never do at all.