In sad truth, half our forebodings of our neighbors are but our own wishes, which we are ashamed to utter in any other form.

The old proverb, applied to fire and water, may with equal truth be applied to the imagination - it is a good servant, but a bad master.

Alas! we give our own coloring to the actions of others.

I cannot see why a taste for the country should be held so very indispensable a requisite for excellence; but really people talk of it as if it were a virtue, and as if an opposite opinion was, to say the least of it, very immoral.

If there be any one habit which more than another is the dry rot of all that is high and generous in youth, it is the habit of ridicule.

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

Shopping, true feminine felicity!