who has not experienced, at some time or other, that words had all the relief of tears?

All profound truths startle you in the first announcement.

Are we not like the actor of old times, who wore his mask so long his face took its likeness?

And this is woman's fate: all her affections are called into life by winning flatteries, and then thrown back upon themselves to perish; and her heart, her trusting heart, filled with weak tenderness, is left to bleed or break!

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

Confidence is its own security.

There is a large stock on hand; but somehow or other, nobody's experience ever suits us but our own.