Shopping, true feminine felicity!
I have no parting sigh to give, so take my parting smile.
How beautiful, how buoyant, and glad is morning!
We might have been - these are but common words, and yet they make the sum of life's bewailing.
What is life? A gulf of troubled waters, where the soul, like a vexed bark, is tossed upon the waves of pain and pleasure by the wavering breath of passions.
there can be neither politically nor morally a good which is not universal ... we cannot reform for a time or for a class, but for all and for the whole, and our very interests will draw us together in one wide bond of sympathy.