One would think that an unsuccessful volume was like a degree in the school of reviewing. One unread work makes the judge bitter enough; but a second failure, and he is quite desperate in his damnation. I do believe one half of the injustice - the severity of 'the ungentle craft' originates in its own want of success: they cannot forgive the popularity which has passed them over.

Eyes that droop like summer flowers.

The very effort to forget teaches us to remember.

My heart is its own grave!

We might have been - these are but common words, and yet they make the sum of life's bewailing.

To this hour, the great science and duty of politics is lowered by the petty leaven of small and personal advantage.

Hopes and regrets are the sweetest links of existence.