There is a large stock on hand; but somehow or other, nobody's experience ever suits us but our own.

Toil is the portion of day, as sleep is that of night; but if there be one hour of the twenty-four which has the life of day without its labor, and the rest of night without its slumber, it is the lovely and languid hour of twilight.

Consistency is a human word, but it certainly expresses nothing human.

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.

he who seeks pleasure with reference to himself, not others, will ever find that pleasure is only another name for discontent.

I will look on the stars and look on thee, and read the page of thy destiny.

The lover and the physician are each popular from the same cause - we talk to them of nothing but ourselves.