No thoroughly occupied man was ever yet very miserable.

Nothing is so fortunate for mankind as its diversity of opinion.

Strange the affection which clings to inanimate objects - objects which cannot even know our love! But it is not return that constitutes the strength of an attachment.

When does the mind put forth its powers? when are the stores of memory unlocked? when does wit 'flash from fluent lips?' -- when but after a good dinner? Who will deny its influence on the affections? Half our friends are born of turbots and truffles.

Knowledge is much like dust - it sticks to one, one does not know how.

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.

One of the greatest of all mental pleasures is to have our thoughts often divined: ever entered into with sympathy.