Conscience, like a child, is soon lulled to sleep.

Do anything but love; or if thou lovest and art a woman, hide thy love from him whom thou dost worship; never let him know how dear he is; flit like a bird before him; lead him from tree to tree, from flower to flower; but be not won, or thou wilt, like that bird, when caught and caged, be left to pine neglected and perish in forgetfulness.

I do not think that life has a suspense more sickening than that of expecting a letter which does not come.

There is no wretchedness like self-reproach.

Sneering springs out of the wish to deny; and wretched must that state of mind be that wishes to take refuge in doubt.

Travel is as much a passion as ambition or love.

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