I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.

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

Eyes that droop like summer flowers.

Whatever people in general do not understand, they are al ways prepared to dislike; the incomprehensible is always the obnoxious.

All sweeping assertions are erroneous.

Shopping, true feminine felicity!

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?