words alike make the destiny of empires and of individuals. Ambition, love, hate, interest, vanity, have words for their engines, and need none more powerful. Language is a fifth element - the one by which all the others are swayed.

My heart is its own grave!

Our first love-letter ... There is so much to be said, and which no words seems exactly to say - the dread of saying too much is so nicely balanced by the fear of saying too little. Hope borders on presumption, and fear on reproach.

Good taste is his religion, his morality, his standard, and his test.

An apt quotation is like a lamp which flings its light over the whole sentence.

I do not think that life has a suspense more sickening than that of expecting a letter which does not come.

Confidence is its own security.