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

Whenever I hear a man talking of the advantages of our ill-used sex, I look upon it as the prelude to some new act of authority.

Affection exaggerates its own offenses.

The lover and the physician are each popular from the same cause - we talk to them of nothing but ourselves.

Enthusiasm is the divine particle in our composition: with it we are great, generous, and true; without it, we are little, false, and mean.

Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.

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