habit is our idea of eternity.

Toil is the portion of day, as sleep is that of night; but if there be one hour of the twenty-four which has the life of day without its labor, and the rest of night without its slumber, it is the lovely and languid hour of twilight.

Childhood, whose very happiness is love.

English people ... never speak, excepting in cases of fire or murder, unless they are introduced.

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

To this hour, the great science and duty of politics is lowered by the petty leaven of small and personal advantage.

The truth is, we like to talk over our disasters, because they are ours; and others like to listen, because they are not theirs.