It is strange what society will endure from its idols.
Conscience, like a child, is soon lulled to sleep.
It is curious how inseparable eating and kindness are with some people.
Surprises are like misfortunes or herrings - they rarely come single.
Perhaps, from an innate desire of justification, sorrow always exaggerates itself. Memory is quite one of Job's friends; and the past is ever ready to throw its added darkness on the present.
I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love.