How beautiful, how buoyant, and glad is morning!
A friend is never alarmed for us in the right place.
Sneering springs out of the wish to deny; and wretched must that state of mind be that wishes to take refuge in doubt.
Experience teaches, it is true; but she never teaches in time.
I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.
no hour arrives so soon as the one we dread.