We are ourselves the stumbling-blocks in the way of our happiness. Place a common individual - by common, I mean with the common share of stupidity, custom, and discontent - place him in the garden of Eden, and he would not find it out unless he were told, and when told, he would not believe it.

Shopping, true feminine felicity!

In marriage, as in chemistry, opposites have often an attraction.

The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye.

When does the mind put forth its powers? when are the stores of memory unlocked? when does wit 'flash from fluent lips?' -- when but after a good dinner? Who will deny its influence on the affections? Half our friends are born of turbots and truffles.

Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.

Childhood, whose very happiness is love.