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

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!

to the many, witticisms not only require to be explained, like riddles, but are also like new shoes, which people require to wear many times before they get accustomed to them.

A sealed book, at whose contents we tremble.

It is curious how inseparable eating and kindness are with some people.

In sad truth, half our forebodings of our neighbors are but our own wishes, which we are ashamed to utter in any other form.

To be rude is as good as being clever.