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

Whatever people in general do not understand, they are al ways prepared to dislike; the incomprehensible is always the obnoxious.

Oh, only those whose souls have felt this one idolatry can tell how precious is the slightest thing affection gives and hallows.

Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth.

We are ourselves our happiness.

It is strange what society will endure from its idols.

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