in came ... a baby, eloquent as infancy usually is, and like most youthful orators, more easily heard than understood.

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

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

habit is our idea of eternity.

We are ourselves our happiness.

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

I have a respect for family pride. If it be a prejudice, it is a prejudice in its most picturesque shape. But I hold it is connected with some of the noblest feelings in our nature.