The past is perpetual youth to the heart.
... true love is like religion, it hath its silence and its sanctity.
One of the greatest of all mental pleasures is to have our thoughts often divined: ever entered into with sympathy.
Memory has many conveniences, and, among others, that of foreseeing things as they have afterwards happened.
Experience teaches, it is true; but she never teaches in time.
English people ... never speak, excepting in cases of fire or murder, unless they are introduced.