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

Memory has many conveniences, and, among others, that of foreseeing things as they have afterwards happened.

It is curious how inseparable eating and kindness are with some people.

Curiosity and courtesy are very often at variance.

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.

A preface is a species of literary luxury, where an author, like a lover, is privileged to be egotistical.

I have a respect for family pride. If it be a prejudice, it is a prejudice in its most picturesque shape. But I hold it is connected with some of the noblest feelings in our nature.