I have no parting sigh to give, so take my parting smile.
Memory has many conveniences, and, among others, that of foreseeing things as they have afterwards happened.
The lover and the physician are each popular from the same cause - we talk to them of nothing but ourselves.
Confidence is its own security.
My heart is its own grave!
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.