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

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

How beautiful, how buoyant, and glad is morning!

Confidence is its own security.

Habit is a second nature, and what was at first pleasure, is next necessity.

Curiosity and courtesy are very often at variance.

One would think that an unsuccessful volume was like a degree in the school of reviewing. One unread work makes the judge bitter enough; but a second failure, and he is quite desperate in his damnation. I do believe one half of the injustice - the severity of 'the ungentle craft' originates in its own want of success: they cannot forgive the popularity which has passed them over.