A woman's fame is the tomb of her happiness.

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

Curiosity is its own suicide.

... many a heart is caught in the rebound ... Pride may be soothed by the ready devotion of another; vanity may be excited the more keenly by recent mortification.

All sweeping assertions are erroneous.

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

Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth.