Oh, only those whose souls have felt this one idolatry can tell how precious is the slightest thing affection gives and hallows.

How very satisfactory those discussions must be, where each party retains their own opinion!

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!

there is nothing so easy as to be wise for others; a species of prodigality, by-the-by - for such wisdom is wholly wasted.

Alas! we give our own coloring to the actions of others.

Farewell's a bitter word to say.

The fearless make their own way.