no hour arrives so soon as the one we dread.

The fearless make their own way.

In sad truth, half our forebodings of our neighbors are but our own wishes, which we are ashamed to utter in any other form.

No thoroughly occupied man was ever yet very miserable.[to feel unhappy you need the time to consider how your lot could be better]

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.

I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.

Enthusiasm is the divine particle in our composition: with it we are great, generous, and true; without it, we are little, false, and mean.