Knowledge is much like dust - it sticks to one, one does not know how.

... true love is like religion, it hath its silence and its sanctity.

the fact is, that life is too short to be occupied by aught but the present - hope and remembrance are equally a waste of time.

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

We need to suffer, that we may learn to pity.

And this is woman's fate: all her affections are called into life by winning flatteries, and then thrown back upon themselves to perish; and her heart, her trusting heart, filled with weak tenderness, is left to bleed or break!

Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art of social life.