How beautiful, how buoyant, and glad is morning!

There are words to paint the misery of love, but none to paint its happiness.

though fortune's wheel is generally on the turn, sometimes when it gets into the mud, it sticks there.

A preface is a species of literary luxury, where an author, like a lover, is privileged to be egotistical.

To be rude is as good as being clever.

sight-seeing gratifies us in different ways. First, there is the pleasure of novelty; secondly, either that of admiration or fault-finding - the latter a very animated enjoyment.

... many a heart is caught in the rebound ... Pride may be soothed by the ready devotion of another; vanity may be excited the more keenly by recent mortification.