Nothing but love can answer to love; no affection, no kindness, no care, can supply its place: it is its own sweet want.

Do anything but love; or if thou lovest and art a woman, hide thy love from him whom thou dost worship; never let him know how dear he is; flit like a bird before him; lead him from tree to tree, from flower to flower; but be not won, or thou wilt, like that bird, when caught and caged, be left to pine neglected and perish in forgetfulness.

The past is perpetual youth to the heart.

From religion ... they will learn the only true lesson of equality - the conviction that our destinies are not in our own hands; they will see that no situation in life is without its share of suffering; - and this perpetual reference to a higher power ought equally to teach the rich humility, and the poor devotion.

How very satisfactory those discussions must be, where each party retains their own opinion!

It is curious how inseparable eating and kindness are with some people.

doubts, like facts, are stubborn things.