Of all false assertions that ever went into the world under the banner of a great name and the mail armor of a well-turned phrase, Locke's comparison of the mind to a blank sheet of paper appears to me among the most untrue.

Affection exaggerates its own offenses.

Are we not like the actor of old times, who wore his mask so long his face took its likeness?

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.

Social life is filled with doubts and vain aspirings; solitude, when the imagination is dethroned, is turned to weariness and ennui.

Youth is a season that has no repose.

Surprises are like misfortunes or herrings - they rarely come single.