It merely shews, after all, that affection is a habit.

Are we not like the actor of old times, who wore his mask so long his face took its likeness?

The very effort to forget teaches us to remember.

I will look on the stars and look on thee, and read the page of thy destiny.

Experience teaches, it is true; but she never teaches in time.

One would think that an unsuccessful volume was like a degree in the school of reviewing. One unread work makes the judge bitter enough; but a second failure, and he is quite desperate in his damnation. I do believe one half of the injustice - the severity of 'the ungentle craft' originates in its own want of success: they cannot forgive the popularity which has passed them over.

It merely shews, after all, that affection is a habit.