One of the greatest of all mental pleasures is to have our thoughts often divined: ever entered into with sympathy.

The old proverb, applied to fire and water, may with equal truth be applied to the imagination - it is a good servant, but a bad master.

Truly, a little love-making is a very pleasant thing.

What is life? A gulf of troubled waters, where the soul, like a vexed bark, is tossed upon the waves of pain and pleasure by the wavering breath of passions.

It is amazing how much a thought expands and refines by being put into speech: I should think it could hardly know itself.

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

youth, balancing itself upon hope, is forever in extremes: its expectations are continually aroused only to be baffled, and disappointment, like a summer shower, is violent in proportion to its brevity.