Youth is a season that has no repose.

I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love.

We would liken music to Aladdin's lamp — worthless in itself, not so for the spirits which obey its call. We love it for the buried hopes, the garnered memories, the tender feelings, it can summon with a touch.

Affection exaggerates its own offenses.

in came ... a baby, eloquent as infancy usually is, and like most youthful orators, more easily heard than understood.

We are rarely wrong when we act from impulse.

Fame is bought by happiness.