A friend is never alarmed for us in the right place.

I have no parting sigh to give, so take my parting smile.

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

The truth is, we like to talk over our disasters, because they are ours; and others like to listen, because they are not theirs.

My heart is its own grave!

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

To this hour, the great science and duty of politics is lowered by the petty leaven of small and personal advantage.