To be rude is as good as being clever.
Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth.
Youth is a season that has no repose.
marriage is like money - seem to want it, and you never get it.
My heart is its own grave!
When does the mind put forth its powers? when are the stores of memory unlocked? when does wit 'flash from fluent lips?' -- when but after a good dinner? Who will deny its influence on the affections? Half our friends are born of turbots and truffles.