there is nothing so easy as to be wise for others; a species of prodigality, by-the-by - for such wisdom is wholly wasted.

A woman's fame is the tomb of her happiness.

Youth is a season that has no repose.

Nothing but love can answer to love; no affection, no kindness, no care, can supply its place: it is its own sweet want.

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.

of all the follies that we can commit, the greatest is to hesitate.

Strange mystery of our nature, that those in whom genius develops itself in imagination, thus taking its most ethereal form, should yet be the most dependent on the opinions of others!