Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.
One of the greatest of all mental pleasures is to have our thoughts often divined: ever entered into with sympathy.
Few save the poor feel for the poor.
A sealed book, at whose contents we tremble.
I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.
If there be any one habit which more than another is the dry rot of all that is high and generous in youth, it is the habit of ridicule.